Eight years ago the lord blessed the WORLD with a little bundle full of all things boy. Having never had a brother, and my mom never having a brother… I don’t know that we have been the best prepared for that. But we are learning as we go and trying not to fight it too hard. While I see a lot of my sister in Coley, Cameron you are ONE HUNDRED PERCENT all me. From your moodiness, to your shyness, to your eyes… I feel like I’m looking in a mirror every day both inside and out. It can be pretty unnerving at times. I get exasperated at things you do, only to realize I do the exact same things. What’s a mom to do with THAT?!?!?
So here is a little documentary on Cameron at eight years old…
We have repeatedly asked you about playing ball. You love to hit and throw and run. You are GREAT at it. But when asked… you’d rather just come home in the evenings and play outside and not have your time eaten away by practice and games. Ok. Got that.
You are finally starting to eat. Thank goodness. I know I will probably regret saying this in a few years. But your bird-like appetite was starting to worry me. Fruit out of the yard is by far your favorite. Blackberries, blueberries, plums, and figs. Thank goodness we bought a place with a built-in summer produce department!
When you aren’t outside playing on the dirt hill or riding your bike or hunting varmints with your BB gun, you like to build things or tear them apart. Electronics are your favorite. This reminds me of my dad. I hope you turn out just like him! Your most used Christmas present this past year was a tool bag complete with REAL tools. Followed by your Bogs boots- which you would wear every day if I let you.
You love your sister. You hate your sister. But at the end of the day you are a pretty jam up big brother. She is going to be very lucky to have you if you don’t strangle her first. From personal experience I can assure you the whole sibling thing gets MUCH MUCH better when you grow up. There may or may not have been some incidences where I was close to planning severe bodily harm to my sister growing up when she insisted on being annoying (like playing John Secada’s ANGEL on repeat for HOURS on end) but that gets replaced by a sensible adult that really becomes a ton of fun to hang around. You just have to wait for them to graduate…college. I will try to have your back as much as possible until that happens. Please just try to rise above. 😉
You are a practical jokester. A big helper. A fixer. A country-song singer. A hunter. A wonderful son.
We are all blessed to have you in this world.
Happy Birthday!
