years ago today my boy was born buck naked into the world all smushy faced and pale. Now he’s round faced and brown-skinned just like dear old dad. He’s still naked for some reason too. The kid is obsessed with streaking. He likes to stand around and chat the most when his booty out. We thought he would have grown out of it by now but I suppose there are worse things in the world to be than a streaker. To be young again!
I digress. This post is about saying Happy Birthday to the coolest person I know. Sure if he falls asleep in the car and we need to get him up to the house it’s like trying to compel Jason Voorhees to sit down for a spot of tea. That’s the worse thing I can say about him these days though. (He eats a lot too, but so do I. We’re dudes.) His evolution has been substantial. Dev has shifted from toddler with a potential IEP for behavior issues to a gifted child (yes he has been certified gifted, not that I’m bragging). I’m so proud of him and his growth that I don’t know what to do with myself. None of it was by chance that’s for sure. Not getting into that in this post either.
Happy Birthday to to my happy son! I would not trade the last seven years for all the money in the world (mostly). I may be willing to forget 2006 and 2007 for a Caddy and Starbucks gift card. Man those were some rough parenting years. I’ve learned a ton though and I’m working with parents as a coach to help get them through the long moments of stress and Dev is my inspiration. I love that kid.