as always, sticking together

Almost fourteen years ago, I managed to capture an amazing shot of the men in my life and what proved to be one of my most favorite photos of them.

A photo of the hand of our son, Daniel Quinn, scarcely 30 weeks adjusted age and just 2 pounds and the newest member of the Kilo Club, as he tried to grasp the index finger of his father’s hand.

One year later, as we celebrated Daniel’s first birthday and the finalization of our adoption, it served to remind us just how small he really was and how far he had come then.

A year after that, it would receive a special photo journalism award in a local photography show as it astounded the judges with one who truly was Fearfully and Wonderfully Made…it also irritated a local photo journalist that an amateur photographer would receive such an award…over her entry.

Today that photo is properly framed and hanging amongst so many other treasured photographs of our circus act here under The Big Top.

But today, inspired by the works of Red Methot’s Les Prèmas, I tortured my men with a photo shoot…as a mamarazzi will do.

Fourteen years later we prepare to celebrate tomorrow, as we do every year, because every birthday of a 1 pound baby boy born 4 months too soon is something one must always celebrate. We celebrate our preemie, Notre Préma, as parents should. Tomorrow this most extraordinary and most favorite son shall be FOURTEEN YEARS OLD which absolutely deserves all the shouty caps and everything else that we could possibly offer him. Oh, and I should add that we couldn’t possibly be more proud and happy that we get to call him our most favorite son…as we do every day. On the cusp of completing his fourteenth year, he is suddenly aware of the fact that he is our only son…but yes, absolutely, our most favorite son…something that we all celebrate here under The Big Top.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.

Robert Fulghum

no longer true

Overheard under The Big Top:

Daniel are you a Belieber?

NO!

What Do You Mean?

I’m not!

That makes No Sense. I mean Where Are U Now?

You know, it’s not too late to say SorryNo Pressure…just Love Yourself.

:::eyeroll:::

I’m not a Belieber. Why You Mad?

Sisters!

No longer a true Belieber but OMG, he is going to be FOURTEEN in TWO DAYS!!!

I’m happy with the man I’m becoming.

Justin Bieber

 

honored

Everyone in the world should get a standing ovation at least once in their life because we all overcometh the world. ~ August Pullman’s Precept, Wonder, RJ Palacio

The very best thing about today’s 7th & 8th grade awards assembly?

Hearing students and teachers loudly whooping and hollering and applauding for your son when his name is called.

The second-best thing?

At the end of the assembly when several students come up to you to say, “Hi Daniel’s mom!” One even took the time to introduce himself and shake my hand.

The third best thing?

My kid was the only one who made a point to step away after receiving his awards to come hug his mom. Parents around me were hella jealous because what 7th or 8th grader does that?…in public?

I might have gotten a little teary at today’s awards assembly. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been listening to Adele’s new album, 25, on my way to the school.

NaPhoPoMo

and yes, Karen, this was a good week!

3.83

If it’s November it’s time for report cards and teachers conferences and hearing about the inappropriate things your teenaged son might have said in the classroom because teenaged boys do that sometimes.

I’m learning so much about teenaged boys that I have never known before. Somehow I think my brothers failed me on this. Then again, teenaged me wanted very little to do with them…and vice versa.

But I digress…

If it’s November it’s time for report cards and teachers conferences and hearing what teachers have to say about your son including the fact that he currently is enjoying a 3.83 GPA.

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So far 7th grade life is pretty fine. 3.83 fine.

NaPhoPoMo

no tricks and different treats

Ah, teenagers!

For so many reasons, Daniel just was not feeling Halloween; and like so much that is right now my youngest child, my only son as a teenager, I just wasn’t sure how to feel about it all. But rather than wallow in the sadness and melancholic feels that come when your babies grow up I decided to punt because any mom of teens knows that is what you do a lot when you’re raising up these teens.

That doesn’t mean that there was no candy.

Ya gotta have candy…it’s Halloween.

But for something completely different, tourists were our chosen costumes.

Tourists in San Francisco.

As touristy as we wanted to be all day long!

Perfect day in the City by the Bay.

I’m a damn good punter.

Meanwhile, the grand ghouls represented the Family Circus well in the Trick or Treat trenches

…as Marceline, the Vampire Queen from Adventure Time…

…and Dorothy Gale.