Twelve

by PapaScott on 27 December 2011

John Gruber is wrong. I’m sure readers of Daring Fireball often thing he’s wrong, especially when he talks about politics or the Yankees, but in this case he’s wrong about fatherhood when he writes that when your son is eight years old that’s as good as it gets.

That’s wrong. It keeps getting better and better.

Our son is starting to become an adult and think for himself. Of course as parents we’re the ones he challenges the most with his new ideas, and they’re not always right, but they’re his ideas. He has my sense of humor and laughs at my jokes. He is an environmentalist and has a deep sense of right and wrong, and he is persistent in convincing others that his right and wrong is right for everyone. He’s so smart it’s scary. Just the past 3 weeks he’s aced 4 tests in various subjects at school, even in subjects that weren’t his strongest. He’s sometimes a bit of a pessimist. I’m hoping to convince him that it’s easier to change the world when you think you can do it. But even now, I’m impressed and amazed by him and I can’t wait for tomorrow to see what he will do and become next.

And he turns twelve today. Happy Birthday, Christopher!

tehnyit December 27, 2011 at 00:24

Great post and I have to agree with everything! I am looking forward to when my sons get older as well.

garret December 27, 2011 at 00:34

Happy B-day, Christopher!

Karl December 27, 2011 at 04:34

Second that – happy Birthday Christopher :)

tqe | Adam December 27, 2011 at 11:41

Happy Birthday to the famous Christopher!

The Honourable Husband December 27, 2011 at 11:58

A great son, and a loving dad. Fantastic things to celebrate. Congratulations to the birthday boy!

Beth Beaty January 5, 2012 at 22:05

Happy Belated Birthday, Christopher! And many congratulations to your Mama and Papa!

Scott, I agree completely! When my daughter went off to college half a continent away, I was heart-broken, thinking things would never be the same. And they weren’t. They got better. Having your adult child call just to talk or, on a summer break come up to you and say,”I’m about to go to bed, want to sit out on the porch will be a bit before I do?” is priceless.

The most amazing thing is watching what they become — without you yet somehow because of you.

Mandi January 7, 2012 at 17:09

Wow, the time passes so quickly! Happy birthday to your 12-year-old!

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