The Boy is 15 today. At 3:08 AM, a doctor I never met before pulled that breech bundle from my gaping innards. Who knew that I'd deliver while my OB was rafting down the Colorado River?
I've had three babies, and emergency C-section is the way.to.go, let me tell ya. It's OB's equivalent of the Express Lane - no waiting! Paperwork? Eh, we'll do that later.
Most of my haircuts have taken more time than it took to deliver The Boy.
It's been quite a year for The Boy. He attended two weddings, started 8th grade, got arrested, went to detention, and sported the cuffs, shackles and jumpsuit that is all the rage down at the courthouse.
He's been on "unofficial" probation, had some success in school (and some things where he still needs additional help). He attended Puppet Guild meetings, and got two medals by swimming for Special Olympics.
He improved his Uncle skills greatly - thanks in great part to the ever-cooperative and enthusiastic Seth. I've seen strides in empathy and compassion, followed by periods where he was firmly entrenched in "what's in it for me" thinking.
One skill I wish he'd un-learn? He curses like a sailor on shore leave (but is able to curb his potty mouth when Seth or Eli are here). I know if my mom was nearby to hear him cuss a blue streak, she'd be so proud!
He takes his medication all by himself now. And this past year, he has not had any major adjustments to his medication regimen (I'm gonna take that as a good thing). When a refill is necessary, I have him go to the pharmacy counter to pick it up. He needs to know how to do this stuff, ya know?
I think he has learned a little more about what it means to have bipolar disorder and Asperger's...he's got some pretty big challenges to face every day (how I wish I could take that on myself!).
He's gotten taller, maybe a bit thinner around the middle. Facial hair is blond and sprouting - he has been asking for a razor. You can bet it will be electric. Can you imagine what he could do to that sweet face with hand tremors and a razor blade?
Here's the boy's photo from last year's birthday post:
And a photo taken this morning (he has some sort of horrible 'fluffy hair thing' happenin'):
I see less Boy, more Young Man...and eyebrows that will one day take over half of his face!
He has some challenges coming up. High school beckons. But he has to make this transition without the current educational program AND without his favorite teacher, as the original plans have changed. I am still waiting to hear back from the director of Special Education to find out what his year may be like in a new school building (which is in the middle of extensive renovation).
The noise and chaos he found during class change time in middle school caused him no end of trouble (and brought about his enrollment in another, more-structured program).
I fear the perfect storm clouding the horizon.
But then again, maybe he'll surprise us all and successfully navigate his adolescent life with his own sense of style and purpose.
He has selected Jack in the Box for dinner. Next weekend (after I'm over this stupid summer cold I have), we'll do the family cake thing.