“Change always comes bearing gifts.” ~Price Pritchett
I’d like to say that I have discovered a new “gift that keeps on giving”. It’s called BRONCHITIS. We thought Jacob was on the mend, but he has continued with the cough and just being worn out. We took him back to the doc today and basically he said “Oh, bronchitis can go on for WEEKS and still not be completely resolved. Here, take some more steroids.” WHAT? My poor kid, dark circles under his eyes, sudden hacking jags and sleepless nights. It’s just ain’t fair, y’all. Oh, how a mama just wants to make her baby all better! So, it’s down the hatch with the ‘roids, I reckon.
And speaking of my Jacob, can I brag just a minute? How are you going to stop me, really. My baby boy, my first born, is about to become, dare I say it? A teenager. He celebrates the big 1-3 on Valentine’s Day. (Yes, it is sweet. No, we didn’t consider calling him Cupid.) I am completely blown away by the thought of it. I think my child may be entering that beautiful phase of adolescence called puberty. SHHHH! Don’t say it too loud! For Pete’s sake!!!
I mentioned his (divinely inspired) growth spurt in a previous blog the other day. And I’m noticing some other changes as well. Let’s just suffice it to say that I have seen some growth in other areas, okay? Yeah, we’ll just leave it at that. (He would so totally die if he knew I was writing this, but hey, it’s a mama’s prerogative, right? Shh.) A sample conversation from a few weeks back:
Me: “Hey Jacob, lemme see your pits.”
Me: “Just lemme see ‘ em.”
Jacob: “MOOOOM!!!! Don’t look at my pits. They’re MY pits! There’s nothing growing there!!”
Me: “Well, I think I see something.”
I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help myself. Watching your child develop acne and armpit hair is oddly fascinating as a mother. I would SWEAR that I saw some peach fuzz on his upper lip just tonight. Hey, at least I wasn’t asking him that in pubic, er, I mean, public. Give me some credit, will ya? Seriously, though, we’ve had some really interesting conversations lately, and I’m sure they will only get moreso. Bring it! I’m ready.
Oh, but I digress, I was going to brag on my boy…I mean for something else besides entering puberty. The kids got their report cards last week and Jacob made the A/B Honor Roll. I am so proud!! <Let me ALSO say that Emma made the A Honor Roll and I am EQUALLY proud of her…she is awesome, however she doesn’t have the additional entering teenager-land/armpit hair development thing going on. I’m sure I’ll get to blog about that soon enough! I already see it coming…like a Mac Truck barreling down I-95!>
When we moved here to SC, A)Jacob had never been in a Jr High/Middle School situation and B) the kids had never gotten “grades” per se in their previous school experience. In their school in Iowa, they received end of the year progress reports and we had 2 parent-teacher conferences during the year to find out how they were doing in their studies. Understandably, I was very concerned with how Jacob would handle this new situation because as most of you know, Jacob has Asperger’s Syndrome. Asperger’s (AS) is an autism spectrum disorder, one of the characteristics of which is difficulty with transitions. Change can be very unsettling for him, to say the least, but he has handled this move INCREDIBLY well and I really well up when I think about it. Don’t get me wrong, it hasn’t been all smooth sailing, but it has gone better than I had dared to imagine. Thank you, Lord! With his tendency toward perfectionism, I was concerned about how “getting grades” would go over. He has gotten some really exceptional grades and a few not so exceptional. And he has managed to handle that as well. The good ones have far outweighed the not-so-good ones and that has really had a very positive effect on his self-image, which has needed some work <gross understatement>. I give a lot of credit to his “shadow”…the one-on-one assistant who is with him throughout the day. She has really gotten to know him and understand him and that makes things go a lot smoother. She is a God-send! But I give more credit to Jacob and the really cool kid he is and how hard he tries to make things work. He has come so far. I am both terrified and thrilled to see what’s ahead for him. Mostly, I’m very hopeful. But isn’t that true for most mom’s of adolescent sons and daughters?
I guess bronchitis isn’t the ONLY gift that keeps on giving…
“Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons.” ~Ruth Ann Schabacker