Sing, Sing, Sing by Benny Goodman

Middle turns 21 today. He’s into music. I found the perfect song for him….

Twenty-one seems, I don’t know, young. Exuberant. Jubilant. Excited. Snappy. And jazzy.

All the rites of passage of youth are supposed to culminate on this day. I don’t feel that way because there is so much more to life than being able to buy alcohol legally. But, Middle likes to hang out with friends and he’s a tad younger than many Graduate students, so now he can actually go listen to bands at local clubs. I’m sure that is one thing he will like.

Yes, you read that right. I’m really very proud of Middle. He’s moving through college at an advanced pace, set entirely by him. I was told 19 years ago that college wasn’t in Middle’s future.

I hope you’ve read enough of this blog to know that “can’t” “won’t” and “never” aren’t words I use. Middle went further than those pediatricians said he would. He is exceeding the expectations of many along the way who whispered “just give up.” Middle took that as a challenge…genetics and all I guess.

Middle doesn’t like me to talk much about him. I’ll just say that I’m mighty happy he didn’t listen to those who would have denied him opportunity. I’m tickled that he’s making a life for himself. We still talk, but he’s the one steering the ship now.

So, Happy Birthday to one of the most amazing young men I know.