Tomorrow my Lost Boy is turning twenty five. I'm off tomorrow and halfway tempted to get in my car and drive up to spend it with him.
I have a totally different relationship with each of my three kids, with Zach's being the most complicated. We're so much alike it scares me (and probably him) as well.
If there's one meme which aptly decribes our relationship, is certainly this one.
Zach was a happy go lucky kid, always happy and smiling...finding joy in everything he did.
Tim and Zach have always gotten on well together, mainly because Tim never argues, unlike his bossy wife.
It's hard to believe Zach's turning a quarter of a century old tomorrow. Seems like yesterday he was still my little capuchin monkey.
By the time he was in middle school, he was miserable...and so was I.
I've kept this pic to remind me of what a horrible decision I made at the time. He's the smartest kid I know and yes, does suffer from ADD but just don't think pills were the way to go.
My bad...and will always regret it.
It made him feel like something was wrong with him, and that's never a good feeling, especially to a fourteen year old with "Dirdy Blond" hair who felt his distinguising features were "Ugly, thin, fast."
Although he was a pretty fast runner.
High school didn't get much better and felt like torture to him...and me.
He somehow made it through though and not sure who was happier, us or the faculty of the high school.
I got me an eclectic bunch of kids and couldn't be happier about it. I get to see life from their three unique and different perspectives.
Being an adult can be hard, and Zach's had a doozy of a trip. If I was still at the airport gig, could swoop in and give him all the help he needs right now, but I'm not and can't.
Instead help when I can and pray for him when I can't.
Happy Birthday to my youngest son, Zach.
You're burdened with being just like me but think may be (hopefully) the thing which gets you through these trying times.
I don't worry so much about Massey and TJ. They are like minded. I worry about Zach because he is so me.
I don't want for him to struggle, which he is. But also know if I made it, so can he.
Happy Birthday to Zach. Keep those thumbs up and know I am here for you...any time, any day and at any hour.
I strive for good...
Till next time, COTTON