…look I baked a pie.
So now you’re 24…
I still see my little boy.
I still see the boy who was fearless.
At four years old when you didn’t meet the height requirement for Space Mountain, you tried to talk your way onto the ride with your roller coaster resume. “…but mister I have been on the Comet at Hershey Park, the Grizzly at Kings Dominion and the Loch Ness Monster at Busch Gardens…please, I am tall enough…please, let me ride.” Those Disney attendants are sticklers for the rules.
I still see the boy who carried and swung the clubs, but was way more interested in driving the cart.
I still see the boy who believed in Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy…even though that pesky tooth fairy forgot to take the tooth from under your pillow and somehow left the dollar bill in my wallet a few times …That was so strange!
I still see the boy who never took no for an answer. At 16, you wanted me to use my credit card to purchase something on the internet. You said, holding the cash in your hand, ” Mom…I have the money right here…all you have to do is let me use your credit card number to buy this ___________ . It will be fine.” I stood my ground and said, “NO!”
You got your bike and helmet out of the shed and said your were going for a ride. Two hours later you returned.
“Mom, I opened a student banking account at Bank of ____________. I will have my debit card in 7 to 10 business days.”
While I was not thrilled with this little venture into the world of quasi-credit I knew you were going to be okay.
Nothing could hold you back.
I see the man who has made his way in the world and will continue to do so.
Oh and your father says Happy Birthday too!