Thank you for your responses to yesterday’s post…it is fun to see what other enjoy most about the teen years. Tomorrow will be our Parent Fail Friday. If you have a blog, post about it and link in the comments. Otherwise, feel free to share your “fails” in the comments section.
That’s Apollo. Our well-planned, beautiful cherry on top. He is adorable, delightful, bright and funny. It’s hard to imagine life without him (my youngest would be 7!)
Our little cherry on top has not been feeling well lately. He’s complaining of being tired. That’s right, my three-year old complains of being tired. Yesterday, he spent the morning lying on the couch saying he was tired and wanting me to lie there with him. Twice this past week we have gone to playgrounds and he has been too tired to play. When we went to the lake recently, he curled up on my lap and went to sleep after a very short “swim” with Tilly.
He goes in for his three-year “well child” visit next week and I will discuss it with his doctor. I doubt he will have any answers. The doctors can’t predict how he will grow and develop. Whether his airway will grow with him, or whether it will remain small, making breathing more difficult the older he gets.
This morning he awoke and rolled over, placing his little hands on Chuck’s face.
“Yes, Apollo?” Chuck answered.
“When I grow up I’m going to be an astronaut!”
Of course, he won’t ever be an astronaut. Not unless technology comes far enough along to give him a brand-new airway. At this point, it is unlikely he could even join the military.
We have introduced him to the idea of playing the violin “when you get bigger”. A friend recently gave me a teeny-tiny violin for him. Apollo loves to watch videos of toddlers playing the violin. We plan to start lessons when he is three and a half or four. Sports may or may not be in his future. We hope by introducing the violin he will have something that is “his”. Something that doesn’t require a strong airway and physical exertion.
Whatever his future holds, God is in control. He has a plan and I’ve lived long enough to know that I don’t always want to know the plan ahead of time. And I’m okay with that.