Thursday, April 15, 2010

Crazy 8


Today, you are eight. You are halfway to having your driver's license. [Dude, it's California. Of course you'll be getting your license on your birthday. Unless, of course, it's on a Friday and they're still furloughing at the DMV every other Friday because of the budget crisis. Or unless the world really does end in 2012, in which case, at least you got to ride the Autopia cars at Disneyland a couple of times. Or you will when we make it there again and you're at the height that enables you to sit behind the wheel.]

You are my nemesis, you who look so much like me. The consternation you cause me is beyond compare. Some of my interactions with you fill me with such self-loathing that I wonder how I will possibly survive your childhood. Worse, by far, is I wonder how you will survive having me as a mother.

I do love you. You know that.

And you do love me. I know that.

I'm hopeful that those two facts will be the royal flush that will override everything else, now and forever.

Happy birthday, my taxing baby. Here's to many more years of the battle! And here's to both of us learning how to fight fair.

5 comments:

cjm said...

Aww... Happy birthday, Youngest. Love the pic! Love the freckles!

mayberry said...

Oh P. You're so sentimental. Lay off the treacle.

(Happy birthday, Youngest!)

Jeni said...

You're dealing with what I call the "Third child" cycle! With my third child, I remarked to another mother one day that it seemed she came up with things the other two had never dreamed of doing and she said that's the way of the third child! With the first, we operate on different wave length, mainly because our knowledge of raising kids is often more what we have read about or heard about and we tend to try to run a really tight ship. With the second, we loosen up a tiny bit but with the third, our demeanor changes completely -mainly because the third learns much in how to manipulate us better -something they pick up easily from the older kids, and though we try to maintain a bit of "law and order" we know now that a lot of what we insisted on with the older ones isn't really all that important after all in the general scheme of things. He will continue to frustrate and yet amaze you constantly for the rest of his life because of his family status! Trust me on this one as my youngest and #3 child, at age 34, still does that with me! Enjoy!

Maggie May said...

that is a weird picture! i think they look like medical patients too.

Happy Birthday :))) to your kiddo!

Lori said...

Time does fly. Seems like just yesterday he was born. Or, maybe not.

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