|Parker, age 6|
He is a teenager now. I keep mulling over those words, trying to make sense of it.
I have a teenager. I have a teenager. I have a teenager.
The teen mom now has a teen. A strikingly handsome teen who will make terrible teen decisions. And a marvelous young man who will surprise us in the most wonderful ways. He will get it right and he will miss the mark. He will have the most obnoxious cheering section and we will chase his goals with zeal alongside him.
We'll be the embarrassing parents he wishes would back off. But he'll admit it would be awful if we ever really did. We never will. He is stuck with us. And we are so lucky to have him.
So my son, my good teacher, you who pushes the limits, Happy 13th Birthday. It is going to be rough, but let's do this thing. Let's tackle your teen years like we did childhood, with far more tears than anyone expected but with enough joy to fill 10 lifetimes.
You are so loved.