Happy Birthday Baby!

When I was younger I used to say, “No matter how many children you have, from one to twenty, God makes the last one so you know it’s time to quit.”

Today is my last one’s birthday. As the youngest in the family, he’s also the tallest – topping out around 6’3″ – and a beanpole at that. Don’t ever think he’s “skinny” tho’. He’s as wiry as they come and strong as can be. He’s a gentle giant.

He’s the one who never talked as a baby, just grunted. Everyone else in the family knew what he meant.

He had the ear-infections from hell. All the other kids had an occasional one, and his older brother had quite some trouble with them, too, but not like his. He spent several stretches of time suffering from ear infections and we became stock holders in amoxicillan (or should have). He suffered from asthma, but we could never get to the doctor at the right time to have it diagnosed…until several months where he had suffered from attacks. Tied into allergies, we found it was all related, the ears, the asthma, the allergies. We lived on a farm and he was allergic to dust, oats, grass, trees.. you get the picture. Kind of hard to keep all those things under control living on a gravel road!

Although a late talker, he was phycially ahead of his time. He learned early to climb out of his crib, so we switched him to a playpen. He figured out how to get out of it, so we put a gate on his bedroom door. Not only did he learn to take the gate down, but he would put it back up so I wouldn’t know he was out, until I would find him climbing on top of the kitchen counter heading for the top of the refrigerator! We had to put a hook on the door at the bottom of the stairs, just to keep him from roaming the house after we’d all gone to sleep!

He’s the kid who was diagnosed early with ADHD. He’s the kid who had to put up with trial-and-error medication dosages, special ed classes, and frustrated teachers and parents. He’s the kid who sat in the principals’ office when he was in kindergarten stoic as a POW. He’s the kid who was smarter than most of the kids in his class, but it wasn’t book smart. Give him a welder and some iron and he’s an artist. Give him a motor and some tools and he’s a genius. Give him a stock car to drive and he’s fearless.

He has a smile like an angel and the most beautiful hazel eyes you’ve ever seen. He’s got freckles… and the spirit and temperment to go with them. Despite it all, he’s grown up with a great sense of humor and a giving and loving nature. I’m so proud of him…

Happy Birthday, Baby… with much love.

Common Curtesy

I pose to you a question. Since when did common curtesy go out the window? When did the ease of internet usage take away our sense of right and wrong? Shouldn’t the same rules apply through the cyber world as exist in the real world?

I bring this up because of the current predicament my eldest finds herself in. A high school classmate found her through that incidious website Classmates.com and proceeded to write a “hi, how ya doing” kind of e-mail. Polite and sweet as always, she responded with much information and pictures… never dreaming he would forward it on to others. WTF? What was this guy thinking?

In the real world, people would communicate by telephone or letters. (Letters are those pieces of paper where you use a utensil called an ink pen to scribble your thoughts then put them in a paper packet called an envelope and stick more little scraps of paper on the corner worth money to send them. Those are called stamps and are issued by the almost defunct postal service. Ask them, they’ll tell you.) If you were to reply to said letter by a letter of your own, and included some snapshots of your family, it would be very difficult for the recipient to copy the letter as well as the photos and send it on to many other people. As well as being unheard of to do so without asking.

What has happened to the common cutesy to ask someone before sending on their personal information? Am I just too old-fashioned to think the same rules should apply through the cyber world as it does in the real one? Can you still be polite and technologically advanced?