The Diary of a Not So Ordinary Boy
Last Saturday it was Sam’s birthday party. Sixteen years old. How did we get here? I can hardly believe it. Gone is my baby, the small innocent boy, and in his place is a fledgling man. He flexes his muscles, and chafes at a lack of independence. Detentions make no difference to his truculence in school. He is not tall, although his voice has deepened and his cheeks are rough. When I observe the sons of my friends my heart skips a beat at the height and breadth he does not share. Nevertheless, my boy is growing up, and I am proud.
We took him and a group of his friends ten pin bowling. After a game in which there was much laughter and mutual helping and taking turns (no adult presence required), they shared a meal, and waited politely for cake and candles (it takes longer than you think…
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