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My First Real Love

Friday, March 23, 2007
written by Java Junkie

My first real love, you may be surprised to hear, was NOT Monkey. How funny that I comment every day on how very much alike Monkey and my first real love. It was love at first sight. The kind of forever and ever and never end love that feels like you got hit by a mack truck of warmth and happiness and joy and peace and purpose. Within a minute of seeing my first real true love I began to sing to him what would forever be "our song." And today my first real love, my true love, my heart, my savior, my purpose turns 15. And it doesn't make me feel the least bit old.

Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of when I first met my love, and very very very few of our first 2 1/2 years together. That's because his father refused to give them to me and I am absolutely certain that now they have been destroyed, lost forever only to exist in my memory. I have been forced to scouring relatives pictures for a snapshot here and there at some holiday or family event. And the first digital picture I have was of him holding his brand new baby brother over 2 years ago. So the best thing to do, instead of talking about who he was is telling you about who he has become.

I couldn't be more proud of my eldest son, Lou, if I tried. Well that is, unless, he did his homework like he was suppose to. THEN I would not only be proud of HIM but I'd probably be one of those blissfully obnoxious parents parents with a bumper sticker about how my kid was on the honor roll. No matter HOW much it embarrassed him. He is smart, but you know every parent says that about their kid. No one's actually going to say "the rock in the garden gives my kid a run for his money" but we all know those kids are out there, however UN-politically correct it may be to say. But I have proof. I have the IQ test that showed him a mere 5 points below genius on the "average person" scale that was given to him by the behavioral health department of the Henry Ford Clinic in Detroit. And lemme tell ya folks, this kid proves it over and over. But he's not just quick, there are things about his intelligence that CONTINUE to amaze his teachers, year after year. He's the most socially and politically aware kid that ANY of them have met. Trust me, they ALL bring this up every chance they get at how amazed they are about his ability to have an intelligence, informed, rational political discussion.

My Son is in his school's GSA club. GSA you ask? It stands for the Gay-Straight Alliance. And I couldn't be more proud. In a day when social judgement seems to be at it's highest, my son is helping to design T-Shirts that say "The highest result of education is tolerance - Helen Keller" and using school colors so that kids can wear them into the school pep rallies. Oh, and just in case you're wondering, he's straight. And just in case you wonder further, it matters not to me, as long as he's happy, healthy, responsible and caring. Which he is.

My first love is an artist, both in skill and at heart. He plays the guitar, writes poetry, and sketches. His preferred style is Manga, which is a specific style of Anime, and he's really good. Most importantly he's willing to listen to suggestions and constructive criticism, which is really important for those who want to improve where they start from. You should ALWAYS want to improve where you start from. That's how humans grow.


And while he is an artist and plays the guitar, it is the ELECTRIC guitar. He is a rocker. He loves The Ramones, Red Hot Chili Peppers, ACDC, Primus and Nirvana. He wants his eyebrow pierced and purple hair - both of which we have promised to let him do if he gets good grades this year. He'd like his lip pierced but those are too easily infected for a first piercing, so maybe, MAYBE if he gets good grades his sophomore year. He tries to be moody but smiles way too much, he tries to be dark, but loves way too much.




He LOVES his younger brother with a ferocity and a devotion very rarely seen among siblings. Many a time do we playfully argue about who gets to snuggle "the baby." And he's definately teaching him not to be afraid of heights, spinning around, being thrown about, and suddenly dropped onto a bed or couch. While it makes me cringe, it also makes me beam with pride and happiness from the depths of my heart and soul.


I could go on - for he's whitty and charming and sensitive and caring. He can be more agrivating than I had ever thought possible and out of no where touch your heart so deeply with a kindness you forget he ever was a "typical teenager" who thought he knew it all. He's one of two people who truly know and understand me and while he would probably be embarassed if I broke out into one of my "dances" in front of his friends, I have no doubt he'd stand up to them should they ever chastise me for it. So I will simply say that lastly, because I'm his mother, I have to brag about how drop dead gorgeous he is. He has the most BEAUTIFL eyes and combined with his whit, his intelligence, and his compassion and he literally had 3 girls BESIDES his girlfriend ask him out to the "Turn about" dance (in my time we called it Sadie Hawkins.) And the boy KNOWS how to wear a suit. He went to his homecoming with the shirt unbottoned, white cuffs pulled out of his charcoal jacket, and a black t-shirt underneath and looked like the cover model for GQ magazine. Unfortunately we had lost the battery charger for my camera and couldn't snap pictures. But here's what my baby's face looks like up close.

I'm not going to proof read this because every time I even go back one paragraph I well up and reading becomes almost impossible. So I hope there are no errors. Believe me that there's not when I say:

Happy Birthday baby, I so love you.

7:27 PM ::
11 Comments:
  • Happy Birthday to your son...what a beautiful post. How lucky you and Monkey are to have him (and how lucky he is to have a mother like you.)

    By Blogger BlondeMom, at 10:35 PM  
  • p.s. love the photos...he is gorgeous! (as is Monkey...that is a sweet, sweet pic)

    By Blogger BlondeMom, at 10:36 PM  
  • Holy crap! He looks exactly like you! Or exactly like you would look if you were a dude. Good looking kid. Haven't seen him in ages. Evidently, I have known you a very long time.

    Pros

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 1:03 PM  
  • hehe thank you both :)

    The funny thing is, Pros, you wouldn't believe how very much like his father he looks, too. He hears all the time how much he looks like me when he's with me and how much he looks like his father when he's with him, but his father and I, other than both having dark hair, look NOTHING alike. It's just the parts of the face that draw your eye to them for each of our faces are different but Lou has them all hehe. :)

    I have to say I do make some good lookin' babies :)

    How are the boys?

    By Blogger Java Junkie, at 2:16 PM  
  • The boys are great :) My third child is due in July (a girl). Her name will be Lily :) Any chance you could log on to AIM?

    Pros

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 2:36 PM  
  • You didn't read the boobie post did you? lol

    Congrats on the upcoming fidget! Lily is a BEAUTIFUL name, I love it!

    By Blogger Java Junkie, at 4:58 PM  
  • Of course I read the boobie post . . it said "boobies". Did I miss something? I read it rather quickly. We should chat soon. Miss ya.

    Pros

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 5:28 PM  
  • lol I use MSN IM only now ;) Call me a boobie snob if you will :)

    By Blogger Java Junkie, at 6:29 PM  
  • Ugh. I hate MSN. But fine, be that way. Just tell me how to contact you there.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:00 AM  
  • What a wonderful post. It is just so beautiful! Your son is a beautiful person and so are you! Thank you for sharing this!

    By Blogger radioactive girl, at 6:59 PM  
  • Thank you :) I really am truly blessed with how wonderful my boys are. I just couldn't help but share :)

    By Blogger Java Junkie, at 9:15 AM  
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