Three kids provide a lot of memories.
My middle child and youngest son, Julian, is thirteen today. That makes two teen boys..yikes.
He’s taller than me, his voice has changed and eighth grade is coming fast. But yet, he’s still funny, curious and so smart.
As a baby, Julian was so chill that we called him “the Buddha baby”. He grew and so did his heart. His hugs practically choked you if he hugged you around the neck and he gave the best kisses.
Little Guy, Big Changes
Thanks to the onset of autism and ADHD, I don’t remember the last time he hugged me. I won’t lie, I miss his hugs. He wouldn’t hug me or anyone else if you paid him…well, maybe. Depends on the amount. He knows that if he needs a hug, I will always have one for him.
Raising Julian has taught me so much about myself, as a special needs child will do. I’ve read books, sat through evaluations and agonized over medications. I’ve cried so hard my eyes swelled from fighting with Matthew over what to do.
We have had great victories, like Julian finally trying new foods, graduating fifth grade, and him making friends. That was a huge one. I literally felt relief all over my body the first time I dropped him off at a friend’s house. He’s tried things that he was scared of, which is big.
Julian is a third of my heart, one of the best things that will ever happen to me. The years have a way of flying by and I have no idea where they went.
He’s into video games, his bike and watching YouTube. Prank videos are his jam. It fits his personality, because he loves to joke and pull pranks on people. His day is made if he scares someone. Halloween is one if his favorite days of the year, but he doesn’t care about a costume.
Here we go into thirteen…I hope we both come out in one piece!
How did you adjust to teens?
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