When I was 20 the doctors thought I had uterine cancer, but the ultra sound revealed twenty nasty cysts and one that blinked. The blinking one was Stephen, my oldest. The doctors were surprised because he wasn't supposed to be there. Apparently, no one informed him of the medical improbability of coexistence with that many cysts, or he just really wasn't listening; either way Stephen's conception and difficult birth story were just the beginning of our journey with Stephen.
I love my son, I love all my kids, but parenting Stephen has not been the easiest task in the world. He's a good kid, but stubbornly independent and takes his life journey at his own pace. Potty training, talking, reading and driving have all frustratingly come at his pace and not mine. The fact that Stephen doesn't do what he's supposed to do, or be where he's suppose to be isn't always a bad thing.
This weekend he wasn't supposed to be in the finals of the region wrestling tournament, but he was. He's battling fatigue, a cold and maintenance of his weight. He's been sick for a month and no one expected him to wrestle well. Stephen (in typical Stephen fashion) apparently wasn't informed of his underdog status, or wasn't listening again, either way he finished second. He moves onto sectionals as a two seed Friday.
Parenting Stephen has humbled me and humiliated me, but it has also strengthened me to allow his siblings to arrive at things in their own time. Sometimes, being where everyone else is isn't where you're supposed to be, and Stephen's performance this weekend just goes to show that good things can happen even if your not supposed to be there!
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