Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Where is that baby boy of ours???

Well, today is the day.  It is a day I look at in two ways.  Happy we made it this far and sad we made it this far SO fast.  It's bittersweet.  When your baby boy turns 18 years old.  Today our son Max turned 18.  Today.  Still can't believe it.  Not even as I look over the selective service page wondering why Im' looking there.  He can't be 18.  Just can't.  Only yesterday I was holding that little wiggle worm.  You know, the one who couldn't sit still and was like a squirrel on speed when we got him.  Tiny little thing.  4 years old and wearing size 18 months.  I don't have things scanned in of the pictures back then.  Wish I did.  Fell in love with the pink tights on my little boy. 

We knew he was special long ago.  Not long after being home, I will never forget being at my parents house and Max had sidewalk chalk.  He wrote his name.  My mom said he wrote it wrong.  I said no he didn't.  He actually wrote it upside down so she could read it b/c of where she was standing.  It was that critical thinking that we knew his potential was high.  His puzzle skills at 4yo were unreal.  Visual abilities were like no other.  3-D puzzles at his age were nothing for him.  Building all kinds of structures out of legos. 

It was in 2nd grade we started realizing his artistic ability was a bit higher than his peers.  His logic skills were incredible as well.  He and Warren would build things like crazy together.  Through the years, Max has always been our thinker.  Our artist of the house.  I'll never forget when the school lost Max for the 3rd time.  They were afraid to call me and rightfully so!  Anyhow, they finally found him...under the bus.  Why?  Because he wanted to draw the underside of the bus but needed to see what it looked like.  Max is the compassionate one.  LOVES little kids and one woman is going to be very, very happy b/c this kid will make one of the best fathers ever, hands down.  Max is in high school.  He is a junior so one more year to go.  He will graduate high school, I have no doubt. 

There is so much more to say about our Maxi as we some times call him.  Well, really just me.  He hates it.  Don't care.  I'll always see him as that little boy.  Now, if I need my handyman, hairdresser, artist or whatever, he is there.  Max has come such a long, long way since that trip so very long ago.  There have indeed been ups and downs.  That's just part of life.  We are very proud of the young man Max is turning into. 

Warren brought him home peanut butter ice cream cake.  Yum.  Tomorrow, Max goes to the prom.  I'm too young to  have a son going to the prom.  Way too young.  But, my wanting him to stay little will not stop him from growing up.  Just wanted to say Happy 18th Birthday Max!  We love you!

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