Dear Jack,
Happy birthday to my teenager! Even after I made you promise over and over that you wouldn't turn into a teenager, you went and did it anyway. Thanks a lot. Just kidding, you are actually a pretty impressive teenager. You are kind, observant, wickedly funny, so incredibly smart, and just such a cool kid.
This last year has been a big adjustment for us as your parents. You want your independence so badly, and I still desperately want to protect you and take care of you. I want you to know that when we correct you or give you restrictions, we are only doing so with your best interest in mind. I love you more than you can possibly imagine. I take my job as your mom very seriously. I know I mess up a lot, but I am trying every day to be a better mom...because it is my favorite role in life.
This year has been all about friends and gaming for you. You spend a lot of time in your room "on a call"...meaning talking and gaming with friends. We have reached the stage where you would rather hang with friends than family. I know that is a normal rite of passage, but it doesn't mean I don't miss you! However, I am impressed with you as a friend. You are someone who is accepting of all, and I see how people like you and are drawn to your overall goodness (and your sense of humor, of course).
This year you also reluctantly joined cross country. I think some of your resistance was because you come from a running family. Your first cross country meet, you were an alternate. Some of the kids were teasing you about being an alternate and then you beat those kids in the meet. Each week, you improved your place and time by leaps and bounds. At the last meet, you were 6th place out of almost 100 kids! That is amazing! How fast you are or where you place isn't what is the most important to me, though. It is that you are improving and putting in the effort. Your coach told your dad that you work hard at practice even when others are playing around. That right there matters more than times or places in meets.
You are still playing guitar and you still love music. You recently had oral surgery and, as you were coming out of anesthesia, all you wanted to talk about was what music they played in the operating room (Pearl Jam and Nirvana). I like how music is one of the many things you and your dad bond over.
Oh, my Jack, I could go on and on writing about you at this stage of your life. I hope you know how very loved and valued you are. I am so proud of you, kiddo. Happy birthday.
Love you forever,
Mom







