by Kathy Panicola

Created on: April 22, 2009

That's my boy! Yes, that beautiful baby that was born in November of 1984. From the day he was born I knew there was something special about him. He was put on this earth to put a smile on my face, and the faces of others. And that he does. I smile every time I see him. He makes his mama so proud, I am constantly told what a nice boy he is. He always seems to be smiling himself. He's polite, and funny, and a true gentleman. It seems like just yesterday, I handed him to my mother and said, "Here's your grandson." Her face filled with joy just by the sight of him. She seemed to find humor in most everything he had said or done.

My boy did a lot with my parents, because his father and I were separated by the time he was a year old. When he was about three years old he helped my dad build a deck, my dad would hammer the nails into the wood and my son with his little boys hammer would finish hammering the nails in, after hammering a few nails. He would walk into my mothers kitchen with his hammer hanging from his pocket, and proclaim that he needed a cold glass of ice tea or lemonade, and maybe a cool rag for his fore-head, because he and grandpa were working hard. His grandmother found this so humorous, because he was so serious in his statement. As the years went by, she always gave him credit for building that deck. Mom, he was three, and had a plastic hammer.

My son always knew that my parents deserved credit for helping me raise him. When my son was four we moved to Florida, my divorce was final and it was time to move on. My mother had a hard time with the move but she understood it. Even though we were miles away the humor still carried on. My mother came to visit us, and my son had gotten a kitten that he named after her father, that alone made her giggle, but what made her first scream, and than laugh, was that my son put cat nip on the back of her bath rope which made the cat jump up on her butt, and hang there as she walked down the hallway. In the same visit he was going through wanting to be a detective, so he put on a base ball cap, and grabbed a flash light and went on a mission to find cat poop, for some reason. He then proceeded to check every plant in the house, he had no success, until he went to the litter box.(Who knew?) Then he turned to his grandmother and said,"I'm not a detective any more." She said, "Oh no, why?" he replied," Because grandma who wants to look for poop for the rest of their life, I'd rather be a dancer." Yes, we went through

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