Monday, May 17, 2010

The Fifteen Year Old

Another birthday down for Squirt. I can't believe you're fifteen and becoming a young man. You are becoming your own person, and I'm so proud of who you are. Your passion for the Army has grown even more than I could imagine this past year. And while I'm terrified at the thought of you one day entering the military, I couldn't be happier that you seem to have found your niche. JROTC has been great for you this year, and they are lucky to have you on their team.

It's hard to think of you without thinking of your brothers and that may seem a bit unfair since you are your own person, but the brother you are shows just what kind of person you are. You are so proud of your brothers, constantly bragging on them. When I make a comment about one of them being your favorite you get upset, never wanting to hurt anybody's feelings. Sure you can get upset with them, really upset, but your love for them never changes. I can still see your face as you met each one of them for the first time: wonder upon meeting Goose, fear and worry about BH, and annoyance because St. Luke's didn't bring Kobra to the room. Remember not letting Mimi hold Kobra? Do you realize that every time you leave the house the first thing you ask upon return is if the boys did anything cute while you were gone? You are interested in them. You're not too cool for your family. I hope the little ones act the same way.

No matter how annoyed I am in the morning and that is my problem, unfortunately becoming yours at times, you always turn and wave good bye to us. Always. You have no idea what this does for me. Last week, you had to wait for several cars to go before we passed you, but still you waited and waved. It makes my day and is a constant reminder of just how sweet you are.

Your musical talent and ability to do push-ups nonstop amazes me. Although really, I think I should get credit for your push-ups! You can do anything you want, Squirt, if only you apply yourself and use the talents God gave you.

14 went by so fast, I still remember the first day of high school when you had the saddest look on your face until I went over the speed bump from hell at top speed. You finally relaxed! I am proud to call you my first son and wish only the best for you. I promise you that I will always have your back. I pray everyday for your well being and happiness and am so thankful God gave you to me. Happy Birthday, my son.


  1. Nicole sitting here crying reading your beautiful post to Squirt. You are an awesome Mom, I admire you everytime I read one of these posts. I love reading your blog & it reminds me everytime of how precious these wonderful children are that we have been given! You really do make me stop & think of the positives I should be thankful for every single day! Your family is lucky to have you!

  2. Denise, you are too sweet. Thank you so much for your kind words. I love being a mother and wish I were a better one most days. I am the one who is lucky with these boys, esp how forgiving they are of my mistakes. Thankfully, they seem to love me no matter what!