Ricky turned 13 in July. We have entered the world of having teenagers. People have tried to scare us about it, but so far it hasn’t been bad.
Ricky really is a good kid. He just wants to be kind and good and he experiences his most frustration when others are not being kind. Well, he USUALLY wants to just be kind to his brothers. There are 4 of them!
Ricky loves animals and reading. He likes to make up stories and games and constantly has some sort of imaginary thing going on in his head. Occasionally, he will be muttering to himself and when we ask what he’s saying, Ricky responds, “oh, just telling myself a story.”
He loves animals so much that sometimes he is running late because he was too busy petting a cat or talking to a bird or looking at a rabbit. He is particularly fond of small and fluffy animals!
Ricky is a good student and does well at school. He knows how to get his school work done and does a good job on it. He likes the library best at school and can be found there most lunch periods.
Ricky is a kid who understands. When corrections need to be made, he and I can talk about why I’m frustrated with him and why I’m changing his course and, while he might grimace at me, but he listens. He’s caught on to the fact that I really, really hate when the boys complain about dinner. If we are eating something he doesn’t like, Ricky will often comment, “thanks for making dinner, Momma!” or “yum! this looks delicious!” I know what he’s doing, but it still feels nice.
And that is Ricky. Nice. There really isn’t a mean bone in his body.
Golly, I love him!