Today is my middle son’s thirteenth birthday; an event fills me with both pride and dread. I now have two moody teenagers in the house, and only enough horse tranquilizers for me and Kyle. ( I crush the pills and sprinkle them into his Mello Yello.)
The stereotype contends the middle child is often overlooked, and sometimes lags behind siblings in school and in social situations. With Erik, nothing could be further from the truth. He consistently brings home either first or second honors, is the school band’s lead drummer, and is one of the best soccer players on his team.
Yes, he can be socially awkward, but that’s in our family DNA. Erik does have many friends, and – thankfully – is an outside child who spends most of his time riding his scooter or bike, playing soccer, or bouncing on the trampoline. Our only worry with him is he is always sick in the winter. Always. Colds, coughs, stomach issues; you name it he has it from October through February. You would think someone as active as he is would be in great health, but sadly, that’s not always the case.
Maybe it’s from the house mold I refuse to clean? Oh well.
Since I am stuck working tonight, I will not be able to partake in his birthday dinner – pancakes, obvs – but hopefully he will have an enjoyable day. Happy birthday Erik. We love you.