AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: April 10, 2013 | COMMENTS: 19 Comments
Ryan turned sixteen yesterday.
I know it almost seems cliche at this point, but I’m going to say it anyways. I can’t believe that my second born son is already sixteen years old. At 6’1, it’s hard to imagine that this towering young man was once a scrawny and rather pathetic three pound preemie. No bigger than a beanie baby, Ryan entered this world, against his will, at only thirty weeks gestation. I’d fallen ill with a severe form of pre-eclampsia called HELLP Syndrome and the only option that would spare my life was to deliver my sweet baby teen weeks ahead of schedule.
It was a very dramatic entrance into this world and there’s irony in that. Ryan despises drama. He’s more of the quiet, determined type. I pity the person who mistakes his understated demeanor for passiveness, however. Ryan is anything but. Not afraid of contact, this boy should have played football. He often looked like a Heisman candidate left tackle which would have been great…if he hadn’t been playing basketball at the time.
Ryan’s passion is running. From the time he ran his first race in kindergarten, he’s wrapped his efforts around bettering himself through hard work and dedication. He’s the academic star of our family, which is also ironic. School has never been his favorite thing. He declared so in first grade when one morning he informed me that there was no need for him to go because, “We do the same thing over and over and over. I already know it all. No need to waste my time.”
What I love about Ryan the most is his playful heart. He is not only patient with his little sisters, he actually likes to play with them. His fun loving attitude doesn’t get lost on the girls either. When he enters the room, they expect him to play. And, usually, if there’s not a pressing sporting event on television, he does. They adore him.
Sometimes I worry that I forget about him. The old adage, “the squeaky wheel gets the grease” is alive and well in our family of seven. Since Ryan often flies under the radar I realize, sometimes, that I haven’t had much one on one time with him on certain days. It’s then that I seek him out to check in on his spirit. I always leave those conversations wondering when he became so mature. He’s a wise old soul.
He was born that way.