Fifteen
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Dear McKay,
Fifteen years ago today, you took two young, dumb, baby-faced kids in love:
And you made them parents.
We had no idea what we were doing, and we have undoubtedly made many mistakes. Still are making them, I'm sure.
But oh, it's been a fun ride.
You made being a parent far easier than it actually was (as we learned when your colicky brother joined the family). You were the easiest newborn I've ever known, and the happiest toddler. You have always had a smile on your face and joy in your heart. You sought to obey and still continue to do so. Life has definitely been more sweet with you around.
Today was a pretty big day for you. I have been a ball of nerves all day long, and worried and fretted for you and your big appointment at the DMV. I think my blood pressure definitely hit unsafe levels during the 10-minute written test, as I sat on a cold, metal folding chair in the next room and wrung my hands sore. I knew how badly you wanted to pass, and for that reason I wanted you to.
Desperately.
And while I am absolutely terrified of handing you the keys to my car, I have no doubt that you'll probably do better than I did.
I don't see any joyrides at midnight in cars driven by unlicensed friends in your future.
Right? RIGHT?
You are so unlike what I was at this age. It astonishes me and fills me with awe to see your happy confidence. You are ever the social butterfly, but never too busy to hang with your brother. Your sister doesn't quite speak the same love language, and your early morning happiness is definitely wasted on the likes of her. But your persistence pays off, and even she can't resist your happy banter.
Mack, you make me so proud.
I am proud of the young man you are becoming. I am proud of the example you are to your younger siblings, and even to your friends. Your heart is a good one. Your standards are high, and you expect a lot from those in your life. I so admire that about you.
I have been so impressed with your smooth transition to high school this year. I won't lie, getting up to drive you to early morning seminary is kind of killing little bits of my soul. But it is all worth it when I see what it means to you. Your dedication inspires me to be better. To try harder. To do what I know I should.
Thank you for being such an important part of our family. Your sense of humor, your quick wit, and your keen observations make you so unique and such a big part of our lives.
Thank you for your patience, as I've tried and made lots of mistakes on you. You, my first baby. The one who has to endure the twists and turns of the learning curve with me. You, who've had to suffer most through my inadequacies. You've made it easy on me, kid.
And you've made it exceptionally fun.
Happy fifteenth, Mack.
I love you. I couldn't be more proud of you.
Love,
Mama
Fifteen years ago today, you took two young, dumb, baby-faced kids in love:
And you made them parents.
We had no idea what we were doing, and we have undoubtedly made many mistakes. Still are making them, I'm sure.
But oh, it's been a fun ride.
You made being a parent far easier than it actually was (as we learned when your colicky brother joined the family). You were the easiest newborn I've ever known, and the happiest toddler. You have always had a smile on your face and joy in your heart. You sought to obey and still continue to do so. Life has definitely been more sweet with you around.
Today was a pretty big day for you. I have been a ball of nerves all day long, and worried and fretted for you and your big appointment at the DMV. I think my blood pressure definitely hit unsafe levels during the 10-minute written test, as I sat on a cold, metal folding chair in the next room and wrung my hands sore. I knew how badly you wanted to pass, and for that reason I wanted you to.
Desperately.
And while I am absolutely terrified of handing you the keys to my car, I have no doubt that you'll probably do better than I did.
I don't see any joyrides at midnight in cars driven by unlicensed friends in your future.
Right? RIGHT?
You are so unlike what I was at this age. It astonishes me and fills me with awe to see your happy confidence. You are ever the social butterfly, but never too busy to hang with your brother. Your sister doesn't quite speak the same love language, and your early morning happiness is definitely wasted on the likes of her. But your persistence pays off, and even she can't resist your happy banter.
Mack, you make me so proud.
I am proud of the young man you are becoming. I am proud of the example you are to your younger siblings, and even to your friends. Your heart is a good one. Your standards are high, and you expect a lot from those in your life. I so admire that about you.
I have been so impressed with your smooth transition to high school this year. I won't lie, getting up to drive you to early morning seminary is kind of killing little bits of my soul. But it is all worth it when I see what it means to you. Your dedication inspires me to be better. To try harder. To do what I know I should.
Thank you for being such an important part of our family. Your sense of humor, your quick wit, and your keen observations make you so unique and such a big part of our lives.
Thank you for your patience, as I've tried and made lots of mistakes on you. You, my first baby. The one who has to endure the twists and turns of the learning curve with me. You, who've had to suffer most through my inadequacies. You've made it easy on me, kid.
And you've made it exceptionally fun.
Happy fifteenth, Mack.
I love you. I couldn't be more proud of you.
Love,
Mama
