When I could wish to be thirteen again.


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Amongst my thoughts, As I sat looking out the window watching the snow tumble to the ground in the wee hours of Sunday morn, I was brought back to *thirteen years ago, Today.
The day was exactly the same. Snowy, blizzard like actually. The sounds I remember? Grumbling from people about the snow, Snow plows and a brand new baby's cry.
Thirteen years ago, I gave birth to Otto. Looking back, I smile and chuckle softly to myself, that how apropos that a blizzard be occurring on the day HE was born.
My perceptive child. Filled with wonder of the world about him. Constantly questioning. Incessantly pushing the limits{and my buttons}. Yet with the heart of gold, Midas would be envious.
I remember holding him that night, no one could come to see us, they had shut the roads down. Even in the hospital, with many other mother's and their newborns, I felt desperately alone.
Sitting as close to the large window in our room, rocking him, I could hear the snow as it fell.
In this little isolation, I was comfortable with him snug against me.
He is a child to cause Adults to wonder. Taking them off guard. He is a quirky kid, whose view on life and the world keeps mine in perspective, on a daily basis.
He has grown to be the ever sensitive young man, with a killer sense of humor and a mouth that runs, his mind has much difficulty keeping up. All good though.
This is a child when my migraine kicked in, doted on me and made sure the other children were busy and quiet.
He is the resident class clown, who loves horror and gore. I see him as the next Wes Craven, he sees himself as the next Rob Zombie. Even a wonderful ability to see the obvious, point it our and dissect it with ease. A cartoonist, with a flare. I'm cool with that!
He seeks to fit, unknowing he already does.
Quick to advocate and even step in, with no forethought on the consequences that may fall his way. It would not deter, for he lives within "the principle" of the matter.
Whatever he chooses to be, I am sure he will accomplish this, in the most unconventional means. It is just his way.
Not many thirteen year olds can teach an adult about living in the sway. {here and here}.



So to you Otto{real name Jeremy} Happy Birthday my child. I am thankful and blessed to be your mother. And to have shared these thirteen years watching you grow and become the individual you are! What a journey it has been and I am sure continue to be. I love you!
Oh Yes and he is an awesome Bass Fisherman as Well!
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