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December 19, 2007 Posted in Aidan

9.  Nine.  N-I-N-E.  Halfway to 18.  Halfway to college.  Halfway to adulthood.

how? when? why? and where was I when my guy turned nine?  I remember when he was a baby in my arms and I said the words outloud for the first time "I am somebody’s mother."  In a blink of an eye I was saying "I can’t believe I am the mother of a two-year old!"  And suddenly nine.  I don’t know how to be the mother of a nine-year-old.  Nine.  It’s been two months and I have to keep saying it.  I have to keep hoping I can do it. Can I get him to 18 in one piece?  I am in uncharted territories.  I was never a nine-year old boy.  I don’t even remember the first thing about being a nine-year old girl.  Why am I so scared?  All of a sudden I am so unsure.  I’ve made it this far…what will come next?

Ninea

Aidan.  He is a thinker, a dreamer, a joker, a scientist, an artist, a big brother, a role model, a bookworm, a romeo, an intellect. He has a very soft sweet fragile heart that fills my heart everytime I watch him go about  his life…and my heart tears just a wee bit everytime I let him go.  He is preparing for adulthood, yet clinging onto boyhood.  A boy on the verge, on the cusp, torn between two worlds.  And he is all mine…for a little while longer.

Nineb

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Rebecca - December 19, 2007 - 2:53 pm

Awwww. A beautiful post about an amazing boy. We’ve always known there is something special about that kid, and I truly believe he is going to grow up and do something wonderful in the world.

Aidan, the world is better because you’re in it. Just do your Mom a favor and don’t grow up too fast!

Sending big hugs across the Atlantic . . .

Paul Dunn - December 22, 2007 - 5:11 am

Gosh Dena,
Ask your brothers about being NINE you had 4 of them. Of course you ruled them all.
I remember being Nine. It was a great year — a move from the big city (San Francisco) to a very little country town in the south of Colorado — what an adventure, got my own donkey to ride, my first “real” girl friend (Jeannie Mortensen), the first time I got beat up by a bunch of bullies and the first time I went ice skating and rode a horse. I chopped wood and coal for heat and hot water. Fed and cared for rabbits. Did chores and cooked meals and cleaned the house because Mom was very ill. I almost got bit by a rattle snake and made lots of friends. I ate (with much enjoyment) my first Mexican Food, I really liked the hot sauce and salsa. I also experienced sadness and heart break but I grew from the experience. It was an exciting and memorable year. It is what you receive and what you make of it.
Aidan has the ability to make being NINE the best year ever.
Love Ya All
Dad

Patsy Dunn - December 22, 2007 - 11:35 pm

wow! All any of us mothers can do is the very best that we know how and hope that it is right and enough. What I remember about 9 year olds is cub scout activities and all of their energy. I taught 10 year girls in Primary for a long time and loved that age and the boys who came along with the Sunday class were very special to me. As far as getting them to 18 in one peice, I have no idea how to do that and not repress their wonderful imaginations and energy. As much as I hated my kids to hurt, I knew that stitches and broken bones were sometimes part of childhood. Enjoy nine, 12 and 13 get very interesting.
Of course this Nona knows that Aidan is tops! What a cool fellow.

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