Maybe it's Dementia or early Alzheimer's onset.
Maybe I spilled coffee on my keyboard
or my computer was in for repair.
or my computer was in for repair.
Maybe I broke my fingers or had carpel tunnel.
Actually, none of these are true
(well, at least not most of them)
(well, at least not most of them)
and I have NO EXCUSE why I didn't get this blog out on June 9,
my son Scott's birthday.
So let's celebrate Scott's birthday, a bit late;
a young man who hasn't had to make excuses
from the day he was born.
from the day he was born.
Born three months premature, weighing 3 pounds 4 ounces, dropping to 1 pound 12 ounces, enduring several surgeries before he was 2 months old...he made no excuse as to why he was determined to fight.
And fight he did.
Through heel cord surgery, through speech therapy,
through physical and occupational therapy.
through physical and occupational therapy.
By his example, his siblings also learned what it meant to fight.
When schoolmates made fun of the way he walked,
his sister cried.
his sister cried.
When he couldn't run the bases in sports,
his brother ran for him.
When his younger sister was born, he was her protector.
He shrugged his shoulders. It was no problem.
He wanted no excuses.
his brother ran for him.
When his younger sister was born, he was her protector.
He shrugged his shoulders. It was no problem.
He wanted no excuses.
Through elementary and high school he hated reading
and was short on conversation.
and was short on conversation.
"How was your day, Scott?"
Response: "Good."
"How was your Math test?"
Response: "Good."
"Where did you go on your bicycle ride?"
Same response: "Good."
Today?
He's making up for lost time.
We can't. Shut. Him. Up.
(Nor do we want to)
Determined, he found his niche in life.
Cooking.
So off to culinary school he went.
Not only did he graduate with honors,
he got his Associates Degree, too.
he got his Associates Degree, too.
Today, he is a Sous Chef in Washington, DC;
yes, he reads,
and even teaches this old broad some fine cooking tips.
He is fun to be with and always has a smile,
(except if I forget to have milk in the house
when he comes home).
He has solid judgement, tenacity and focus.
But most of all, he never forgets his family.
when he comes home).
He has solid judgement, tenacity and focus.
But most of all, he never forgets his family.
Make no excuse about it.
Scott has made us all Proud.
Happy Birthday Scott!
We all love you!
XXXOOO
XXXOOO
Oh! And if you didn't get a chance to wish Scott
a Happy Birthday yet this year,
he's still accepting congratulatory wishes ;)
a Happy Birthday yet this year,
he's still accepting congratulatory wishes ;)
ok Mom, WAY to make me cry, yet again.....from now on i will have a box of tissues next to me when I open these blog entries!
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Melbell
Hey, Scott, SINCERE CONGRATULATIONS on your birthday, AND on all your accomplishments!!! Maybe you can join your bro, sometime, for a visit to BEAUTIFUL BRITISH COLUMBIA - you ARE welcome! (Check out "our li'l preemie's" accomplishments too - on her sister's blog called Treasuring our Moments in the week to come... :) All the Best to ALL of you... Nel L.
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