Well, we have another teenager in the house!
My beautiful boy, my amazing young son, you are 13 today.
Looking back at photos from the last year, I realise you’ve grown and matured a lot in the last year. You’re not at the scary turning-into-a-man thing your brother has just been through, but I guess it’s not too far off. You’re very nearly as tall as me now.
You’re still loving school. You’re getting on well there and you’ve made lots of friends. I’m surprised at how little homework you do, though. I suspect you’re only doing the bare minimum, but at least you are doing it. I’ve also been surprised at how ridiculously disorganised you are – forgotten PE kit, forgotten homework, forgotten guitar, forgotten guitar lesson (a particular bugbear of mine as those lessons are expensive), the list goes on… I know I shouldn’t take the forgotten item to you, I know you should take the consequences, but I still do.
Sadly, your old football team, the one you’d always played for, the one coached by your dad, finished at the end of the season. But you’ve joined a new team and it already feels like you’ve played for them forever. It’s great that your two best friends from your old team were able to move with you. You’re averaging two goals a game and your team are top of the league at the moment, so we couldn’t ask for a better start for you.
You’re playing football twice a week and rugby three times a week (with games lessons, practice and matches). Making sure you’ve always got a clean kit can be a bit of a challenge at times. This year I’m pleased to say you’ve got a bit more into Parkrun like the rest of us, too. Although no Parkrun for you in the autumn because of all the Saturday morning rugby matches.
You’ve got a lovely bond with your sister (there has been an awful lot of ‘dabbing’ in recent months) and the two of you really seem to come alive when your brother is out. Sadly, the bond between you and your brother isn’t what it once was, but I really hope that comes back when you’re both through the difficult teenage years.
Talking of which, I have high hopes for your teenage years. Your brother is the textbook teenager, although fundamentally a good boy. Your school has a very different culture to his and I think some of the worst aspects of teenage behaviour shouldn’t happen because it’s just not the way people at your school behave. I’m sure there will still be some very long lie-ins and some untidy bedrooms and bathrooms though (your bedroom has always been untidy anyway).
This has been the year of Pokemon Go for you. That little game has got you out of your room and into the fresh air. It’s helped get you away from the Xbox and all the other games you used to play, like Clash of Clans. It has got you fit and may even have corrected your long-term achilles problem. It has been brilliant for you.
You’ve had another great year and you’re still a son to be proud of. Long may it continue!
Happy birthday, my lovely 13 year old boy.