G is 14

Somebody has a birthday today. He was born on Friday the 13th- I never let him forget that.

Sometimes it feels like everyday is Friday the 13th.  Oh, I kid.  Well, actually I don’t, sometimes it really does feel that way, especially when his head spins.  My mom told me that when my brother and I turned 12 she swore our bodies were invaded by aliens.  She said we didn’t kick said aliens out until we were about 18.

I thought she was crazy.  I remember my teenage years, and from what I remember, I was absolutely delightful.

I’m rethinking it now.  I might be a convert to the alien theory. 

He is certainly not the same child who promised me that he’d go to Vanderbilt and let me pick him up from classes in the afternoon when it was time to go to college.  Now he’s all obsessed with being a Marine Biologist and going to Pepperdine.

I’m not too worried- every kid has a Marine Biologist phase.  And I’m pretty certain I had a Pepperdine phase, but I’m also pretty sure it was squelched by my dad, who said, “if you think I’m hocking everything I own so you can go to school on the beach you’ve got another thing coming.”  I also had a California Berkeley phase, of which my mother said “If you think any daughter of mine is going to a school where they live in trees and refuse to shave, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Apparently I had a few things coming.

YOU. HAVE. NO. IDEA.

Actually, they didn’t really say that, although I can tell you with 100% certainty that is exactly what they both were thinking. 

What they did say was this: “You know if you go to school in California you can’t come home if you’re sick.”

That was the deal breaker.  I used to be a bit of a hypochondriac.  One good case of strep and I was certain it meant imminent death.  And don’t even get me started on what happened if I contracted the throw-ups.  Let’s just say it was a state of national emergency.

And so, I happily went 3 hours from home to Glory Land, staying just close enough to convalesce at home if the need arose.

Now, 14 years later, it does seem that I have passed my hypochondria on to G.  He came home yesterday and showed me “a lump” on his head behind his ear.  I told him I would call the doctor today and make an appointment to have it looked at.

He immediately went to the computer and searched WebMD and self-diagnosed a brain tumor.  And then he didn’t sleep.

Stinkin’ internet.

So, as promised, I called the doctor this afternoon and they had us come right in.  Keep in mind, it is his birthday.  (And NO, there is NO brain tumor)

He was clearly rattled because a) there was an unexpected change in his daily schedule, and b) the doctor said come on in… obviously, another sign of impending doom. 

I was trying to talk to him, you know, ask him about his day, how he did on tests, did they sing happy birthday (which, it turns out, is not at all cool when you’re in 8th grade), and on and on.

But he just shook his head and said, “Do you know how mad I’m going to be if they tell me I have a brain tumor on my birthday?”

And I just said, “Dude, I totally understand.”

See y’all!

(And yes, he’s fine- just a wandering lymph node- totally normal.)

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2 Comments on G is 14

  1. HoodMama
    September 14, 2010 at 11:25 am (7 years ago)

    Happy Birthday!!!

    Reply
  2. Brittany Ann
    September 14, 2010 at 6:09 pm (7 years ago)

    I had a similar experience with finally ending up at Florida. My parents basically told me I was on my own financially, et. al, should I turn down a full-ride scholarship and choose to attend an out of state college.

    Oh, good times.

    Reply

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