If you’ve read my blog for a while now, you know that Jonah is THE middle child in our family. Nobody gets interrupted more than him, called the wrong family member’s names more than him, or told I’m running 20 minutes late to pick him up more than him.
Yes, there are four children in our family (not including Kat), but because there is a 9 year difference between the two older kids and the two youngest, Jonah is the one that fully adopts that middle child title.
I like to think of it like this: some day, his significant other is going to thank all of us for his placement in the line-up because I believe it has created his greatest superpower, supreme patience.
Patience is, ironically, my favorite characteristic in Ben…and, my ex-husband. But, Jonah Keenan-Gallagher makes both of them look like a combination of John McEnroe and George Costanza.
I still, to this day in now 16 years of knowing him, have never seen him slam a door out of frustration, raise his voice out of anger, or complain or gossip or hold a grudge or demonstrate an ounce of meanness to another person.
Jonah stands up for the underdog, almost to a fault. He will even try to convince people that OJ Simpson was innocent if people are talking badly about him.
He loves when it rains so much he gets sad when the sun comes out.
He is the only person in our entire family that kisses me on my forehead.
He played on the football team at Nobles last year, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him watch the Patriots play a full game. Not even in the Super Bowl.
He produces music and had one of the top songs on Sound Cloud in the WORLD last month.
He can tell you his top 10 movie producers, in a very specific order, and rearranges that order often.
He listens to Oldies while he showers. Which, for the record, is sometimes 3-4 times a day.
He loves Eggs Benedict and Shirley Temples. And, Fanta.
And, my all time favorite memory of this child is from when I used to take a shower when he was about Harley Love’s age of 5 years old. He would drop everything he was doing, sit on his little heels at the foot of the tub, look at the floor, and not move until I came out. Like a little puppy. He wouldn’t complain, say a word, or even bring a toy to keep him busy. He would just wait.
I just can’t believe he’s 16 year old. They always talk about how fast they grow up, and I know because Maya’s about to turn 20. But, it never ceases to amaze me just how fast. Luckily, I have 4 kids to learn lessons like this with and use that as a reminder with each of them.
Happy Birthday, my sweet, sweet Jonah. You are so special to me. And, I am so lucky I get to be your Mama Bear.