Thursday, March 17th marks Broadway's 16th birthday. Really, I can hardly believe it. I'm very proud of just how far my oldest has come.
As far as driving... we're not really sure if we're ready for that. Don't get me wrong... Broadway is a great kid! I just worry because we still have days where he forgets to take his ADHD medication. When he's on his medication, he's a smart, easy-going and popular guy.
When he's not on his medication he turns into the Tasmanian Devil - a whirling dervish unlike anything most people have ever seen. He is impulsive, temperamental, excitable and can't hold still even for a second. If he must hold still, he will drum his fingers... all his fingers... swing his legs and bounce up and down.
Now imagine that behind the wheel of a car.
And wasn't it just yesterday he was a 4 lb. 12 oz. baby coming home from the hospital wearing "Newborn" size clothing? His little legs didn't even reach the leg holes in the sleeper! (It was before the time that "Preemie" clothes were sold at WalMart.)
When did this:
turn into this?:
(No... don't worry. He can't be duplicated!)
And for all he's grown up and matured, he still has those sweet moments (don't tell him I posted this!) like the one I caught this last weekend:
Yes. That's my just-about-to-be-16-year-old-boy-man playing some sort of war game on our Wii with a real Kevlar Army helmet on his head and a happy kitty in his lap. (Perhaps the helmet is just in case he falls off the couch from distraction?)
No... When he says he wants to go get his driving permit, we won't say "no," but that doesn't mean I'm fully ready to unleash him upon the unsuspecting public in a 1,500 lb. gas-powered missile. (Although I suppose he could wear his Kevlar helmet... just in case... )
I guess that part of being a mother is knowing that no-matter how old your child is, when it comes to letting them get behind the wheel for the first time, you can't help but to see them like this:
As far as driving... we're not really sure if we're ready for that. Don't get me wrong... Broadway is a great kid! I just worry because we still have days where he forgets to take his ADHD medication. When he's on his medication, he's a smart, easy-going and popular guy.
When he's not on his medication he turns into the Tasmanian Devil - a whirling dervish unlike anything most people have ever seen. He is impulsive, temperamental, excitable and can't hold still even for a second. If he must hold still, he will drum his fingers... all his fingers... swing his legs and bounce up and down.
Now imagine that behind the wheel of a car.
And wasn't it just yesterday he was a 4 lb. 12 oz. baby coming home from the hospital wearing "Newborn" size clothing? His little legs didn't even reach the leg holes in the sleeper! (It was before the time that "Preemie" clothes were sold at WalMart.)
When did this:
turn into this?:
(No... don't worry. He can't be duplicated!)
And for all he's grown up and matured, he still has those sweet moments (don't tell him I posted this!) like the one I caught this last weekend:
Yes. That's my just-about-to-be-16-year-old-boy-man playing some sort of war game on our Wii with a real Kevlar Army helmet on his head and a happy kitty in his lap. (Perhaps the helmet is just in case he falls off the couch from distraction?)
No... When he says he wants to go get his driving permit, we won't say "no," but that doesn't mean I'm fully ready to unleash him upon the unsuspecting public in a 1,500 lb. gas-powered missile. (Although I suppose he could wear his Kevlar helmet... just in case... )
I guess that part of being a mother is knowing that no-matter how old your child is, when it comes to letting them get behind the wheel for the first time, you can't help but to see them like this:
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