This house has a teenager living in it, but generally you'd never know because Mr. T is a reasonable guy most of the time.
He got a phone, a development that makes me gasp a little when I consider the responsibility and expense of it. And he's curious about when he gets to start driving. Like most boys, he's all about the thrills--fast rides, roller coasters, video games and shooting at targets. Airsoft guns are ALL the rage with his set.
He's been babysitting for years, but finally is ready for more menial, manual labor--like pool maintenance and yard work. A shade lazy, but learning what a difference more effort makes.
We see eye to eye--on almost every level these days. His feet are a bit bigger than mine now, but we can wear the same shirt size.
He's got half a merit badge and a project to go before he's an Eagle Scout. Seven days left of seventh grade remaining this school year.
His younger brothers worship him, his father hassles him and I feel lucky I can count on him.
Mr. T reads like a fiend. He's as voracious as me and I secretly like it that he stays up late in the night finishing "just one more chapter."
Like all the other fourteen year old boys, his limbs are long and knobby. He hasn't and probably won't acquire that pudge so many of his friends have--he's lean, too lean, so lean that the doctor ordered him to eat MORE. He agreed to eat more peanut butter.
I'm thankful for Mr. T's honesty, his smile, his fine manners and his general willingness to pitch in. I'm a bit shocked that he's not shoving me away and locking himself in his room to mediate on his loneliness as I did at his age. Is it because he's a boy? He seems much more adjusted at fourteen than I ever did.
He's kind to his brothers.
He turns in all of his assignments at school.
He finished a big report on Alexander the Great and told me all kinds of fun facts along the way. When Mr. T practiced his presentation, I was impressed at how well he knew his topic. History could well become one of his favorite subjects.
He plays fair, but he also (finally) plays competitively.
He still runs and is registered for a mud run of some sort in September. I've also got him registered for 2 weeks of camp this summer. His new sleeping bag will get a LOT of action!
Of all the firstborn fourteen-year-olds in the world, I'm feeling very blessed to call Mr. T ours.