This boy used to be my baby. Now he is nearly 19. This boy used to take 20 minute naps and eat everything in sight. He started singing at 9 months. At a year, he could sing "Folsom Prison Blues". He built Legos, threatened to shock his younger brother and built "a tower to the Lord" out of all my kitchen chairs and stools. All this before the age of 4.
At 6, he told his 1st grade teacher he didn't understand why there were signs on the road for slow children? Why couldn't those kids be faster? And when she asked him why he didn't do an assignment, he told her he was in "La La Land".
Pokemon, Soccer, then paintball and B-B guns. Then middle school and a guitar for Christmas. He took piano; didn't like it. Played violin in the orchestra... Did really well, til we realized that he couldn't read music. He played by ear. So we got him the guitar. He taught himself to play over Christmas Vacation. By the end of 7th grade, he formed THE BAND. Those four boys played and played. Robbie kept on singing. They got really good. You can listen to one of my favorite songs here:
High School brought 4 years of Cross Country and some Track on the side. Run, Run, Run. First job, first date, driving, gray hairs (for me) and lots more of THE BAND. In my basement; 2-3 times a month, or more. Talent shows, then playing at places like the Cretin, The Boulevard and even the Knitting Factory.
Graduation. Recording 4 original songs.
And now my baby boy is working and saving his money. He just got called to serve as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Paris, France. He didn't do so well in French at the community college. Not so well at all... But the Lord REALLY wants that boy to speak French.
My baby boy who talked at 9 months, could swim before he could walk and who threw himself passionately into this big old world is leaving home to preach the gospel; to have the most amazing experience of all his life; to grow spiritually, mentally, emotionally. This is what happens to baby boys, just so you know.
