The day after Easter was KC's birthday. My once tiny preemie guy is now a teen that is nearly taller than I. With his own quirky sense of humor and artistic style, he is taking on the world. So much has changed for him. Part of that is his participation in our church Coming of Age program. Through out the year he and the other participants have delved deeply into themselves, exploring their beliefs, what they see themselves doing in the world, how they share themselves with the larger world and what they keep within. His mentor has been amazing and I know the friendship that was all ready there was strengthened during this time.
KC has come into his own in many areas this year. At the dance studio he got bumped up to a more advanced class. Far from being intimidated by the fact that he is one of the youngest dancers in the group (most being in high school) he worked hard and has found his niche. It certainly helps that this is a really nice group of kids who seem to really empower each other. It also helps that he loves dance passionately and works hard at it. Still, he rose to the challenge and did not even consider stepping away from it.
He has aged out of the boys book club at the library but has begun doing extra volunteering there. Part of that time is helping the librarian with the book club. She has tasked him with thinking up some new games to go with the books that they read and he has been thinking about this ever since they spoke. Book bingo and pictionary, figuring out if he could make Wheel of Fortune. . . It appeals to his natural creativity and allows him to have a role in something that has been a fixture in his life for about 3 years.
Monday we drove to Maine to see my mom and her companion G. We celebrated KC's birthday with them and it was so much fun. My mom is starting to feel her age these days. There is not anything hugely wrong but she moves more slowly and has more aches and pains. It is enough discomfort that the idea of attending both Rob's graduation and the kids recital was too much for her to contemplate physically. It is hard for me to grasp her aging, very much so for KC. I write to my mom twice a day by email and he always asks how Nana is.
But aches and pains did NOT stop the celebrating. There was food and cake and laughter. Gifts and joking and lots of love. I am grateful that we had this day as we all know nothing is promised and that time together is for treasuring.