This boy. The one we call our “diamond in the rough”. Whose nervous system takes a while to catch up with his physical growth. Causing him to fall out of chairs for no apparent reason and to trip over his own feet like an exuberant puppy. Who always gives 100% and gets the job done immediately, whether it’s sports, school or chores. The one that would have been completely at home during the pioneer days – working hard and playing hard. Running in the woods, and catching critters, hunting and fishing. And the one who has an ornery streak a mile wide. The one that I have to make write a note of apology. The one who sneaked up to the party and shot off firecrackers. This boy that was asked to call his mother and leave the party immediately. Requiring that his mother call the other mother and mend some fences. This boy!