Turned out he didn’t need to rush back, but late that night, we welcomed our first son into the world. Gizmo Guy was pretty puffed up to be able to announce that he’d had a son, and the only grandson out of 7 grandchildren, especially to his older brother. The age-old “producing the heir” macho attitude still exists in that family.
Guitar Hero’s been a real go-getter right from the day we brought him home. GH had it timed so as we sat down to eat he’d start fussing. By the time I got back to the meal, it would be cold. Gizmo Guy finally bought our first microwave so that I could have a hot meal. Guitar Hero stood at six months, walked at seven months and I’ve been chasing after him ever since. And we won’t even talk about when he talked – and never stopped making noise. Okay, I admit, he was an on-the-go type of guy right up until it was time for him to do chores. (Yeah, go ahead and tell me your kids are all enthusiastic about taking out the recycling or cleaning their rooms. I dare you.) But now he’s older, and since his first part-time job was cleaning up at the local theatre where he had to clean up all manner of nasty things, he helps out around the home without grumbling. Well, most times. But to be fair, I grumble about housework too.
We’ve had the inevitable trips to the emergency room when he fell down the stairs and broke his collarbone and gave himself a concussion. And the calls from school during a school trip when some other kid brought a fishing rod on their week long retreat and got the hook stuck in Guitar Hero’s eyebrow. Thankfully it wasn’t a half inch lower. That resulted in yet another trip to the doctor for a tetanus shot.
A good student, and voracious reader just like me, Guitar Hero got a special award in grade eight for his community service, graduated high school and went on to college. (He’s the one hamming it up in the center.)
We’ve experienced the frightening pride of him going on his first date with Blue Monkey. (Hmm, was that pride? Or terror?) And the heartbreak of watching them break up after six years together. Turned out it was temporary – lasted three months. But that’s a story for a different day.
Guitar Hero is the reason I ‘came out of the closet’ with my writing. He’s loaned me his college texts on screen writing. We’ve had long discussions regarding voice and internal vs external conflict, and dissected numerous books and movies. He’s the one who encouraged me to join the Toronto Romance Writers and seek publication. “You’re wasting your talent, Mom.” What Mom could find a more supportive son?
So Happy Birthday, Guitar Hero – may this year be better than the last.