Brian turned eleven on the fifteenth… of course, being Brian’s birthday, we didn’t have eleven matching candles on hand and had to improvise and turn three candles into an XI… and of course, being Brian, he didn’t feel slighted in the least.
And, of course, being Brian, he had a great day all around, because Brian pretty much always has great days. He’s just one of those kind of kids.
However, just because he’s eleven now, I don’t want you to think that he’s all grown up. Today was a major milestone for both of us.
This weekend, which is a work weekend for Dixon, Brian plays in a big soccer tournament in Charleston, SC. Now that he’s moved past challenge-level teams, they play all over the place. I had every intention before this whole adrenal problem to take all the kids there for the weekend. Guess what? I’m just not strong enough.
So Brian is driving down with one of the other guys on his team and his family. Just because he’s eleven now he thinks he can be so independent 🙂 !
OK, well, maybe now that he’s eleven HE can be independent, but I’m 43 and I’m not. I am happy to publicly acknowledge that I need my children and I much prefer having them close to me rather than letting them pack their own suitcases and sports gear and take off for soccer tournaments without me.
What in the world am I going to do if Emily gets accepted to the math and science school????