Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I'm Coming Out of Hiding Purely For Comfort

Time goes way too fast. I'm a firm believer in that these days.

Once I hit 35, somebody put my life on fast forward. And I don't like it one, stinkin', little bit.

The reason for my rant?

My boy. My only son (so far). He turned 17 years old today. (whimper..whimper)

Seventeen years ago at 6:32 a.m. he made his 8lbs. 1oz. appearance into this world. I was a mere 22 years old. Wow, I'm feelin' a little old right now.

He was an active child from the start. That is putting it mildly. The boy ran me (and everyone else) plumb CRAZY on some days. He was into E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G! All. The. Time.

He had 3, yes 3, sets of stitches by the time he was 3 years old.

- 1 st set in his lip. He wasn't listening about sitting down and fell out of a chair at my sister's house. He hit his lip on the bottom of the chair, putting his tooth through the lip.

- 2nd set in his hairline above his forehead. He wasn't listening about jumping off an outside toy. He fell and hit his head on the cement.

- 3rd set in his belly. He wasn't listening about climbing into the cupboards at my mom's house. He slipped off of the stool and IMPALED himself on the cabinet handle. He was literally stuck. I had to lift him OFF of the handle to get him down. They had to do an x-ray on that one to make sure he hadn't hit his spleen.

Does anyone notice the pattern here?

He survived childhood though. Barely. He did have one more set of stitches in the side of his head where he was bit by a dog. Another really gross story that I won't go into.

They told me he was ADHD in first grade. I told them to get over it, he was a rambunctious, little boy. And he got over it. For the most part.

He inherited his mother's math gene. Although he managed to pass his Geometry class. Barely, but I couldn't even manage a "barely".

He started playing football in 4th grade and hasn't stopped since. He now plays varsity football and will get his letter jacket next week.

And now, all of a sudden, he's 17 and a junior in highschool. He has muscles and leg hair! My little boy!!!

So, forgive me if I'm a little sentimental today. Honestly, I really miss him being little sometimes. He has always kept life a little more interesting.

But I'm proud of him and the man he's becoming. He has a lot of kinks he still needs to work out, but he's getting there. He funny and sincere and for the most part, genuinely nice. He has a killer smile and can most efficiently schmooze his way out of any sort of trouble, with most females, upon flashing his grin. It doesn't work on me anymore. Sort of.

Anyway, I just wanted to say Happy Birthday Isaac! I love you, my son!













He'll always be a Momma's Boy.

8 comments:

TheMadMonk said...

In the picture, which one is Isaac?

the almost 17, elisa said...

awww. :) Do i get a birthday blog? I will be 17 in 2 months! lol just kidding. but you are welcome to. hah :)

Little Loveys Mom said...

wow...isn't he handsome!!! good job momma!

mindi said...

Awww, so sweet, he is very handsome. Your son is too. Ha ha ha!!

Christy said...

awww. happy birthday a little late ;)

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday Isaac!! Love, Aunt T.
P.S. Chelly--I miss your blog! I hope you get out of your funk soon, cause I read your blog every mornin' before work and I would laugh and laugh. This past week has been quite boring in the AM.

Sherian said...

Well, I was out of town during his birthday this year. But I prayed and thought of him all day. Truth be told I also thought of the box of pecan sandies we enhaled after the two were born! He certainly has come along way. All that worry and God knew all along that he'd be okay. The worry led to prayer at least and that has seen him through. Your a good momma, Michelle. Even better now. :) I love you and tell Isaac I'm proud of the man he's becoming as well!

PastorMac's Ann said...

I have an eligible just turned 16 year old daughter. Shall we, say, arrange a marriage? Oh I jest. Sorta.

Happy birthday to you boy.