Fourteen

Theo turned 14 today. In true teen fashion he didn’t want to do anything.

I love who he’s becoming but it does make my heart pang a bit that he doesn’t have interest in doing any of the things little boys like to do anymore. No longer does a trip to the park or COSI interest him, he merely goes along either to make me happy or because there’s nothing else to do.

So we sat at home, which I really was grateful for because it’s been a full couple of days. There was a lot of minecraft played, which I let slide for the birthday boy. It was a gorgeous day and I wanted to try and get a walk in but instead settled for an hour of sitting on the porch in the warm afternoon breeze.

We ate pizza at the shop down the street for dinner and came home for ice cream cake.

14 years ago this journey of motherhood started. I remember crying when we brought Theo home from the hospital because how could someone just think I was ready to take care of a whole other human? But here we are, 14 years later and he and I have grown so much. He has softened and strengthened me in ways I didn’t know I needed, and because of all of my children I am a much more capable and loving human being.