My youngest son turned 12 years old yesterday. As most of you are aware, he started Middle School this year, and I am not handling this very well. I still want to drop him off every morning at his Elementary School, not at his Middle School where he suits out for football practice with the "big" boys......
So, I am shopping, looking for ideas for his big day....I was sad to walk through the "toy" isle and realizing we have moved away from that area also. So, on to the "sporting" goods section. I found a pellet gun he has been wanting...Actually, he wants a real rifle, however, inside the city limits is probably not a good place for "target" practice. So, we are settling with pellet gun for right now. My husband went with me...(a man thing, when purchasing a "man" toy)...We find one with a scope that will shoot both pellets and BBs. Strong enough to hurt a squirel and cat....Cat lovers, please don't email me...I would never let him hurt a cat....That's my job....Again, just kidding....
We moved over to the shoe section. He has been wanting some metal cleats for baseball and now he is allowed to wear them - another big boy thing. I remember when my boys were little, we would go watch his cousins play "big boy" ball and they would be wearing those steel cleats. I couldn't wait for my boys to grow up and wear those just so I could hear them walk across the sidewalk with them on. Now, I want more than anything to go back to the days when I was only dreaming of it and not having to live it......We found the very pair he wanted.....(clearanced, one pair left.....his size - can you believe it?)....anyway....
His (team) "pizza" party got cancelled because of the rain - we were supposed to play in a select baseball Super Series tournament this weekend. So, again, I am feeling like I cheated him out of his birthday. I am not good when it comes to parties.....So, he requested to go to a local restaurant with just family and celebrate. 
Another mile-stone accomplished today. My baby is no longer running around with legos and big trucks in his hands....he is running around with a rifle, steel cleats and a cell phone. But the most precious gift I got was this morning....I fixed him breakfast and walked out of the room only to come back and not find him.... I looked outside and there he was eating his breakfast with rifle in hand....Just for a moment I got my baby back. I looked to see his cell phone was inside on the table. He didn't have it with him. I just had to capture this moment, because these moments are going away like a page torn from a book. Happy 12th Birthday my Ryan-O-Bug. I will never forget the day you came into this world. I felt as though my life was complete. And boy was I right. He, along with his brother, really MAKE my life (and my wonderful husband's life) blessed.
Now, gotta go hunt some cats........
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