Really. I am continually astounded that as the mother of 2 teenage boys I love them more day by day. I love how they correct me, how they enlighten me, how they encourage me and how they challenge me. I even love to hear Pike tell me how wrong I am. I didn’t think I’d love little men more than babies but thankfully they grow so slowly that while looking back it happens in the blink of an eye, in the moment the passage of time is perfect.
Pike is becoming so mature and industrious. He has responded to every educational challenge I’ve thrown at him and takes total responsibility for getting the work he’s decided to do daily done. He is so loving and caring to his sisters and the last time he babysat and Ellen was upset, he worked his ass off to help her feel better (and succeeded!). The girls adore him and look up to him and he is a wonderful model. He has been repaying his debt (lost retainers) by cleaning the palapa and does a great and thorough job. He is sprouting a second language and picks up words and concepts quickly. He is so different from me and can always turn my heart to happy. He is a joy of a son and I wouldn’t want him to change a thing. Well, maybe if he let his beautiful curls grow…
Jesse is becoming such a man. Now that his hair is gone, his face has changed so much and he looks so much like a young man it is scary. He is slowly continuing the journey of independence, but he is very much a little boy at heart. He can have a hard exterior but is very sympathetic and caring on the inside and constantly surprises me with his insights of caring. He is so quick it is scary. He picks concepts up amazingly fast and applies them. He is gentle with the littles even when they drive him insane, and they regularly drive him insane. He is always asking how he can help out, and he pitches in without complaint even when he’s wanting to be elsewhere. He still lets me hold him on my lap and suffers silently the adoration of his crazy mama. He fills my heart and I wouldn’t want to imagine life without him.
Beautiful sentiments. My guys are 7 and 9 and this makes me look forward the those fearsome teenage years!
Yeah Kit, we feel the same way about our kids too, like YOU!
We are constantly reminded at the great adults all six turned into, each in their own way, in some ways not at all in the ways we envision/wanted, and grateful to live long enough to appreciate each found their own beautiful way that far exceeded our expectations.
Thanks again, Kit, for teaching us how to reach out to others. For example, remember the Christmas you came home from LA and told us you decided not to give your family presents as we all had all we needed, and instead you had helped an entire poor family have a wonderful Christmas?
love, papa
Your boys still have that boy look. My 13 year old grandson has started with braces and his face is changing. It looks long and thin and “mis” connected. I know from my own boys that soon the top and the bottom will match up again. It doesn’t seem like girls go through this mismatched face thing like boys do. And your boys are handsome.