Today he is seventeen. He woke up at 5:50 a.m. just like any other day. He didn’t want me to go out of my way to make him anything special for breakfast, even though I offered to. He was happy with a giant bowl of Lucky Charms.
Yesterday he taught a class of his peers at church. The Hubby was there and said he did a magnificent job fostering good discussion and teaching the group how they can become better shepherds to those in our congregation they have stewardship over.
He sits and watches TV with The Hubby and me at night. He laughs with us and yells enthusiastically during sporting events or discusses serious things like politics and war with us. I love spending that time with him.
Last week there was a lockdown at the High School in the early morning hour before school. My kids were both inside the school at the time. Christopher remained absolutely calm and hatched a plan with his chorus teacher to take the intruder out if he attempted to enter their classroom. That’s the kind of person he is. He would do anything to help others.
He’s goofy. Sometimes he acts like a T Rex – this hulking body with tiny uncool arms. It is my favorite. He also sings in the shower and smells a cup before he’ll drink out of it, which is equal parts bizarre and awesome.
He is turning into a remarkable young man. He is smart, funny, sensitive and kind. I’m so glad he was the first person to call me Momma. Happy Birthday, Christopher!