March through today has been pretty much all about Josh. Good things and bad things and then good things again. One thing I’ve decided is that I will be blogging less about him because he’s now at the start of that transition into manhood. I can’t tell you how much I hate that word, manhood. Not because of the actual word, but because it means my baby is not a baby anymore. He hasn’t been a baby for a long time. I rationally know this but he’s my first born and I’m weepy as fuck. So let’s get on with it then.
All of these hyper sensitive emotions are because my
baby son just turned 10 years old. Double digits. One decade. One year closer to being out of the nest. This should be a happy thing! I am happy and blessed to have a perfectly healthy 10 year old son! I am a total ass for being weepy about this and yet, here we are.
The birthday was fun for him but also fun for me to plan and execute. He made this year a hard theme for me: Blizzard Entertainment. Not just one game, but all the games.
First, the quests:
Before we go any further, you can download the “LifeCraft” font right here. I want to use it for everything, but oh well. He had 10 quests with a total of 3,650 experience points. One for each day of his life. I’m not crying. Not at all.
Since there are no party supplies actually licensed by Blizzard for any of their games I had to make do with my Macgyver-like skills. Okay, maybe not Macgyver, but solidly mediocre art skills:
Seriously, though, that fucking cake. I had to get two 10″ pans which was basically two boxed cake mixes (I’m not a from scratch baker, sue me). The top is actual icing from a company called Edible Prints on Cake. It’s literally not literally magic. If I can do it, anyone can do it.
For posterity, here is my 10 year old
baby son opening his presents. Wearing the pajama pants that he wanted his mom to make him. Because one day he won’t want handmade things from his mom. Who won’t want family parties anymore one day. Who won’t want Magic cards and Attack on Titan swords or Star Wars light sabers.
The next big Josh thing to happen was that he quit his Tae Kwon Do school. He quit about a week before he was to test from 2nd level brown to red belt. It was only late summer when he joined the newly formed Black Belt Club and we paid out a ton of money for a new uniform, new gear, and a new higher monthly tuition. His new instructor left (was practically forced out) and a new-new instructor was somehow amazingly ready to go within two weeks. How convenient.
This entire year so far has been trying to adjust to the new teacher and his new methods but frankly, it just wasn’t going to happen. There was absolutely no discipline in the class so the other kids literally –yes, literally– would run around and yell and scream and do whatever the hell they wanted to. No reprimands from the teacher, nothing. We went to the coordinator and discussed the situation and she told me “I’ve never seen him teach” so she’d have to look into it.
Who hires someone that you’ve never seen teach? We even showed her video of the stuff that Josh has to put up with to which she responded ‘unacceptable’.
Now, I don’t want to project my emotions or mental lunacy onto my children, but I can honestly say he was becoming depressed over this whole thing. The boy who used to practice every day and was always so eager to go to class and learn was gone. He wouldn’t eat, he was moodier than usual, withdrawn, and most importantly, he didn’t want to go anymore. A total 180°. He would gladly not go which used to be the ultimate punishment. I won’t say much more because we’re still dealing with the whole thing but we made it very clear that he was quitting the school, not the sport. The day we said “if you want to quit, you can quit”, he made a face akin to hearing that he was going to Disney.
We toured a few other schools but I think we’ve found a place that he will fare better at–it’s literally everything we wanted and it’s completely amazeballs. The Grandmaster used to train the South Korean military, so there’s that. It may be a couple of months before he can even start but he actually said he didn’t mind since he knew he was going to a much better school. Could he be any more wonderful?