Today, our youngest (of our blender family) is 12. TWELVE?!?! Is that possible? As I always do, I posted a "throwback" picture of him on his Facebook wall. I do this to all the kids. They think it is funny, but the truth is, this is how I still see them sometimes. I know he is twelve. My brain tells me he is almost a teenager. He will be in middle school this year. But sometimes, when I look at him, he is still the adorable little 13 month old I met when my husband and I were dating. He has the same big blue eyes and a smile that could melt the Grinch's heart. Cindy Lou Who don't have nothing on his smile.
And this isn't the first birthday blues...I did it for our oldest when he hit 16. (WARNING: In September, when he turns 18, there may be a video blog of just me sobbing!) I think it is the worst with the oldest and the youngest. It is like my oldest hits all the milestones first and the youngest is hitting them last.
We are lucky and blessed, for sure. I mean, our kids are good kids. He is twelve and he asked for Nerf guns. There are twelve year olds in our community out vandalizing and breaking laws and he is still just a kid doing normal kid stuff. He wants pizza for his birthday dinner out and a chocolate cake. He is a pretty great kid.
So to shake my blues, I decided to get out some pictures and look through them. I know, you are shaking your head at me and thinking, "What is she thinking?" That is when I came across the first Mother's Day card he made me in first grade. Yep....the tears started flowing. Especially when I got to the part where he said he is glad Dad chose me to his stepmom. Because just a few days ago, he told me that again.
You know what buddy, I am pretty glad too! Happy birthday to my fantastic kiddo! He will always be that mischievious little toddler who tried to blow out the unity candle as we (me, my husband and all five kids) were lighting it! And I would not change a thing about him!
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