Birthday Boy

Yesterday, my baby boy Kyle turned 19. He is such an amazing person. I am so proud to be his Mama. He is my second child, born 2 years after his older brother, and true to character a month early.

I have learned so many things from Kyle. I have learned to be flexible, he is the baby that only slept 4 hours a day. I learned to carry a clean shirt in the diaper bag because, everything that went down came back up, and usually it was all over me.

I learned the quickest route to the emergency room, the Dr.s' home phone # and office # by heart. Kyle is fearless. He has always been fearless. There is nothing he wouldn't try or climb. He is a go-getter. He can run faster,lift more, hang by one arm, jumb off the roof, anything you can think of he can do, and better.

He broke his foot jumping off a retaining wall at 2, He had a concussion at 3 falling off the top of a child safety approved climbing toy. When Kyle was 4 he broke his arm hanging off the swing -set in the backyard with one arm. 2 days later, with his new cast on, I see him repeating the same action.

Most every gray hair I have had to cover up is his fault. His endless ability to find hair-raising stunts has terrified me. The things he thinks are acceptable entertainment such as mattress sledding in his friends pasture, jumping out of trees, very, very high trees into Rock Crusher Lake, I will never understand. He has a joie de vivre that few people possess.

I never understood why those crazy people would climb Mt. Everest. To my mind, that is just plain nuts. Because it's there? So what? I'd prefer a spy visit anyday. But, thanks to my dear son Kyle I now know what kind of person climbs Mt. Everest, just becaus it's there.

Happy Birthday, Dear Sweet Kyle. You have been a great joy in my life,and introduced me to a whole roller coaster ride of things, I would have never seen without you. I Love You~ Mama

still waiting

I have always waited up for the boys to come home. From away games, dates, work, friends homes. I have not adjusted well to Kyle moving out. I have the little ones down, the house is quiet,and I can't go to bed, I can't sleep. I am still waiting for Kyle to come home. Everyone has been in bed for hours, and I just sit here waiting for someone who isn't coming home. I even think I am crazy. I see him for a few minutes it seems , every couple of days,but it isn't like he is home. It feels like he is just waiting , biding his time to leave again. And crazy, grieving me, I am still waiting for him to come home.

hearts

It is quite an adjustment having adult children. They just don't buy, because I said so anymore. Kyle turned 18 in March, and we have clashed ever since. Do your chores, be on time, curfew is still enforced. It just seems to go on and on.

We had words regarding curfew, homework, chores, etc. He left for work angry and upset. I stayed home angry and upset. He came home from work, and said, Mom I brought you a present . As the savvy mother of 9, my first response was it's not alive is it. I don't want any presents that are alive (Kyle is always rescuing things). Hold out your hands Mom , he said.

I put out my hands, and he placed a small black box in it. Inside was a small gold heart, inside it said Mom. Kyle said I'm sorry we haven't been getting along lately. I don't mean to fight with you. I heart you Mom, and I love you.

I think we're going to be just fine, and I heart you right back Kyle.