Today is Railfan’s nineteenth birthday. It has been a long pull, a strong pull, and a pull altogether for him to get to where he is today.
He has weathered struggles in school, teachers who didn’t understand — or care to understand — him and, in some cases bullying. He has been helped by other teachers and professionals to grow into a wonderful young man, surrounded by a circle of friends (many who were at the house yesterday).
He knows more about trains and Pokemon than anyone I know. (On the trains, he could give Sheldon on Big Bang Theory a run for his money. He often talks about individual engines — and not just famous ones like the Flying Scotsman, either.)
His brothers are more flamboyant. He is bookended by peacocks. But he is the one I would want to be stuck on a desert island with: he will make sure the fires stay lit and there is enough water. (His brothers agree.) He is the one who steps up (albeit grumbling, justifiably) when chores aren’t done that need to be.
He worked against the odds to graduate from high school on time. He is attending junior college, and has a plan for the future. He is going to be fine.
Off all the three, he cares the most about whether I am having a good day. He smiles at me when I am stressed, and says “I love you, Mom.”
All I can say, is I am prouder of him than I can say. And “I love you, too, kid.”