I do have three children, I promise

I have talked about my daughter on my blog (several times), and I know I have told you about my youngest son, C, quite a bit, too.

But my bio is true. I really do have three children.

I have a middle child, a 14 year-old boy, who is growing up into an amazing young man.



A is a quiet, behind-the-scenes kind-of guy. He is mild-mannered and has a very sweet spirit. He really doesn't say too much, unless you bring up computers, video games, or rock music. If you ask him a question about any of those topics, be prepared to stick around for a while. (Phebe understands.)

I don't know exactly why I haven't talked about him very much here. He doesn't read my blog, but I feel a little guilty about not including him.

So I'm going to introduce you now.

A received the artistic gene that has carried itself through my family for at least the last few generations. He plays the guitar and sings, very well I might add, for the youth service on Wednesday nights at church. He took piano for a year and then decided that he'd rather play the guitar. Since we didn't see the point in paying for lessons that he didn't enjoy, we let him switch instruments.

In the fourth grade he was chosen for this choir, which was an amazing experience. The first time I sat in on a practice and heard all of the kids warm up, I cried. It was so beautiful.
For years he wanted to be a voice actor. I am not proud to admit that he has every episode of Spongebob memorized and can do the voices of every character. If you were sitting in my living room at around 8:30 p.m. while he was upstairs taking a shower, you would know this as well because you would hear him recite it every night.

You think I'm kidding.

When A was three, he talked constantly, except no one could understand anything he said. We always said he had his own language.

Now he speaks another language I don't understand. It's called computerese.

He actually reads the manuals that come with the computer (or the television or the dvd player). He can tell you how to do pretty much anything on any given electronic device, and he would be the person to call if you wanted to know which processor went with what hard drive. Or something computer-y like that.

He is tall and handsome and very creative. He is also very, very smart.

The thing that I am most proud of A for is his love for the Lord. This is not something that can be taught or forced. The boy just loves Jesus. He has always read his bible without it having to be suggested, and when he prays there is no question that his words come straight from his heart.

When my daughter leaves for college I will be very sad. She and I are the only two girls in this house, and we have lots of fun together. We love to shop and watch girly movies and go to Starbucks, but she can pretty much take care of herself.

When A leaves for college, I will miss him in a different way. I won't be fixing him a big breakfast in the mornings. I won't be washing his clothes (but hopefully he will) or making sure he is wearing deodorant and cologne. And I won't be hearing constant talk of computers and parts and speed and graphics. Or video games and systems. Or rock music.

And I don't think I'm going to like it very much.

Originally posted September 2008 @ Mom in Transition