Fifteen years ago right about now I was holding my little bald baby boy. Clearly from the picture you can see he had a face only a mother could love. And love him I did. He was bald and wall eyed and skinny for a very long time.
But even during his "not-so-cute" period he was full of life. Even as we had him tested for multiple serious diseases, including Lymphoma, Cystic Fibrosis and Leukemia he was happy and bubbly. Thank God, and because of God, all of those tests came back negative, but it sure was a long road to get there. Even as I worried about how much he slept --and he slept a lot, he was a joy. Out of all my four children, Jay-bone was the easiest baby. He was happy and contented. He didn't get upset, and just went with the flow. He was the perfect baby for that time in my life.
His brother already demanded everyone's attention and resented Jason's mere existence. In short his brother was a very typical two year old who wanted to be an only child. The marriage between his father and I was already all but finished by the time he was born. And would end shortly after his birth.
And he did eventually outgrow the "not-so-cute" period. He was downright adorable for a long time.
But he was special. He is amazing. He was and is a good heart.
He is my special blond boy.
He is exactly what this family needed.
He loves his sister.
He has been her favorite big brother
since before she could talk.
He is an amazing athlete.
He doesn't realize his talent,
but one day he will.
And yes, he is also an evil genius.
He loves to get his brothers going.
Especially Boo.
They definitely have a love-hate relationship.
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God sent him to keep his older brother in reality,
his younger brother grounded and
his sister on her pedestal.
And now he's 15.
Fifteen years ago I was holding a baby.
And now I hold the heart of an almost-man.
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