My son Tyler turns 19 today. Where have the years gone? It seems like only yesterday I was caressing my bump of a stomach and dreaming dreams and making plans. Of course we all know what happens to the best laid plans…
Tyler was born independent. He didn’t want to wait for his due date. He was excited to enter the world and all it had in store. So he did. Tyler was born 3 months premature and weighed only 2 lbs. 7 1/2 ounces. He was such a little peanut, and that’s what we called him. He stole the hearts of the NICU nurses that tended to him everyday when we couldn’t. It was hard to go back to work and leave him in the hospital but that’s what we had to do. I needed to save all my time off for when he came home because he would still require a lot of care.
In no time at all, he had caught up to other kids his age. Still independent, still stubborn. He always wanted to do things himself. We would try to show him how to do something new but he would take the toy, or book, or craft from us and try it himself. And he often succeeded right away.
As he reached his teen years (those wonderful, trying teen years) he decided he didn’t need mom and dad, that his friends were the network that was important. If he wasn’t with them, they were with us.
Now he’s 19 and he’s turned into a wonderful young man. A man who knows the importance of a good work ethic at his job. A man who is good at saving and better at adding to his toy collection (2 trucks, a car, 2 snowmobiles, a motorcyle, and a 4-wheeler) then we ever were. A man who still thinks friends are more important than mom and dad but also knows how to show us he loves us. A man that makes us proud (and sometimes aggravated!) every single day.
He had a little start, but he’s grown and so has my heart since he came into my life. I love you peanut! Happy Birthday!