Dear Alex, Happy 21st Birthday! Typing this feels unbelievable as it is inherently American to believe that a person is a true and complete adult when he reaches the age of 21. (Of course, us mamas like to hold onto the fact that your prefrontal cortex wont fully develop for another four to five years, which means, thankfully, that you will still need us.) And yet there has been tremendous growth over this past year. When you turned 20, I was intimately involved in the day-to-day aspects of your life. It was a privilege to talk to you daily about general nonsense aka "stuff and things". The reality was that the daily check ins were a necessity to combat my own fears, to make sure I was doing my job as a parent to help you grow into a healthy and content adult. I am still here, a year later, to catch you if you fall, however you have learned the skills, you have the skills to catch yourself. So far there hasn't been a stumble, or maybe ther...
Dear Avery, Seventeen years old! What in the world can I write to you that you do not already know about yourself?!? It is kind of amazing how once your personality shone through that I could pretty much copy and paste from recent years' birthday posts and it would probably hold true today. But I want to dig deep over the past year and hold a mirror up to you so that you can see what I see; the evolution to an even more incredible version of yourself. Because one thing I know, is that over the past year you have lived life on your terms. Has there been fighting? Yes. Crying? That too. More good days, than bad? Absolutely. So, I've decided to show you a year in the life by simply reviewing a year of my digital photo albums as I write - noting that these are the events worth photographing - it goes something like this: May 2024 - We finished shopping for sophomore semi formal dresses; you officially got your permit and started driving school lessons. You bid Alex a fond farewell...
I was just looking over the last few posts and see that they revolve around Avery. I think that this is because as Alex grows, he is more even-tempered and less outrageous than bi-polar two-year old behavior just is. So I wanted to write to Alex to tell you that at six and three-quarter years old you are a lot of fun. You are comfortable in your own skin (even though you trip and fall out of chairs, so maybe not comfortable in your fast-growing body). You still love movies more than anything else. And you still speak like an adult, much to the amazement of adults who are first meeting you. You shamelessly cheat when we play card games or board games :) Your teacher tells us that you have a mind for math and you all the sudden have seemed to have picked up the Hebrew language. You are willing to try fewer and fewer new foods that do not include chocolate as an ingredient. You now know what a first down is, oh and you seem to really enjoy playing basketball. You also like to breakdan...
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