My son is the average teenage boy. He is not big on showing his emotions, or even making his presence well known in the house anymore (except on trips from his room to the kitchen). He spends most of his time in his room, or with his friends.
He is a great kid. I know it in my heart, but it isn't so 'in my face' anymore.
Every once in awhile the kid's amazing colors shine through. The other day he sent me a text message. It said "Have a book I think you will like. It's a James Patterson book, and I know how much you like those". Okay, I get it - not so Earth shattering. But a - he took time out of his day to text me, b - he took time out of his day to think about something for me, c - he somehow has paid enough attention to what I like to know an author I read. He is thirteen - my moments with him have become less as time passes.
Christmas morning, he was opening his presents from Santa. He was SOOO excited (granted he received an XBOX 360, but anyway....). He smiled from ear to ear and exclaimed loudly 'Santa has really outdone himself this year. I will have to email him to thank him'. It was all I could do to not become teary-eyed.
I love that kid. And I love that even at thirteen, he can still surprise me and make me in awe of him.
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