Our youngest son turns 9 today. I can't tell you how many times over the years we've not been sure he'd make it. It's been a struggle for him every step of the way: from several major miscarriage concerns before he was born, to multiple operations, to his current illness, he has battled and overcome more in his few years than I have faced in my 43. He has to be home schooled, he can't join any sporting teams, he has few opportunities to make friends and undergo the kinds of social interactions children of his age should be taking for granted.
And yet: he is the brightest, happiest, most clued-in 9 year old kid I've ever met: quick of thought and wit, with a boundless fund of optimism and goodwill, and a robust personality strong enough that he is unafraid to face down adults and claim "That's your opinion, but mine is different" when we disagree over subjects of taste and perception. A huge fan of Doctor Who and Lego and Batman Beyond; a lover of music as wide-ranging as Black Sabbath and John Dowland; a writer of haiku and book reviews; budding scientist; amateur paleontologist; dinosaur freak; obsessive watcher of Gary's Mod videos; opinionated Star Trek- DS9 fan; maths lover; science nut; Iron Man fan and all round rock 'em sock 'em rough and tumble human spider boy's boy.
In short: he's brilliant.
Happy birthday, beautiful boy.
1 comment:
Happy birthday Connor!
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