When he was a little guy, he would take off his clothes, fold them and place them back in his chest of drawers - even if they were filthy. He created football stadiums with legos but only used all of the green blocks first, then all the red, then all the blue. When he worked a puzzle, instead of completing the outer rim of all the edge pieces, he would find the first row of pieces and then the second, then the third. Order, he liked.
Now we enter his room with great caution as order quickly succumbs to chaos; any contrived order his mother might offer the room gets quickly undone
Wade returned from his trip to the University of Texas after midnight early Tuesday morning having spent over twenty-four hours with Price, his mentor and friend. He had much to share but no words gave my heart more peace than, "Yeah, Price and I talked about it..."
So his room is a disaster, his closet stands anywhere he takes off his clothes; He is oft to leave a stick of deodorant in the kitchen just in case he forgets to put it on upstairs. Nevertheless, he is mine - striving for perfection in many endeavors and conversely leaving others as messy as my living floor.
He will complete his junior year this week taking the fifth of five AP tests tomorrow afternoon and then begin applying to colleges and studying for the SAT. I will continue to push and prod for a little more of the order he uses to attack a Calculus or Chemistry problem in his room, and a little more of his initiative for his household chores. However, I will also find more reasons to praise the little boy who used to choose his mama over anyone and wait patiently for the day when he asks me to make stuffed turkey burgers because being a parent means showing up for the morning of the AP test and the night he wants homemade burgers and picking our battles about the messes in between.