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Melody's Diary Entries Diary Navigation: Choose A Diary Entry -------------------- Latest Entry: 6/27/00 -------------------- 6/18/00 6/6/00 5/19/00 5/14/00 5/12/00 5/8/00 4/5/00 4/1/00 3/27/00 3/9/00 3/8/00 3/7/00 3/1/00 2/8/00 2/7/00 -------------------- Melody's Introduction

May 19, 2000

Jeremy turned 16 today. Instead of a birthday party with ice cream and cake and candles, he just wanted a get-together with friends up in his room. As I sat downstairs in the kitchen while Jeremy and all of his friends migrated in the upstairs bedroom which is his "domain," I found msyelf remembering how just yesterday Jeremy was a little boy, celebrating his fifth and sixth birthdays, complete with balloons, birthday cake, candles and the whole bit. And then we'd play games like "pass the hat." And, I smiled as I remembered the year he got several squirt guns, the super-soaker type, for his birthday, and a high-spirited water gun fight ensued both in and out of my house.

What happened to my little boy? The person who faced me this evening, on his 16th birthday, was not a little boy. In fact, I didn't recognize him when he walked through the door. Jeremy decided to cut off his long, pretty hair! And I didn't even recognize him at first. He looks like a young man. I was in a state of shock! His hair is short, but he's still got wavy curls on top. And, well, he looked handsome, the kind of boy I might have chased after when I was in high school!

So, Jeremy and his girlfriend Chandel -- yes, he and Chandel are still together and very much "in love" -- along with his older brother, Stephen, and other friends, all went up into the "bedroom," the room that I rarely go into, except maybe to talk to the kids on occasion.

And the only time I saw them was when I yelled the two words, "Pizza's here!" The pizza delivery guy had arrived with three extra large pizzas. A rumbling followed by a stampede of sorts ensued, and a large herd of teenagers flew downstairs and surrounded the pizza boxes which I had quickly placed, or rather threw, on to the kitchen table. And then the stampede clamored back upstairs, leaving three empty pizza boxes in its wake. Lucky I managed to grab pieces of pizza for my little girl and I, shessssh!