It’s the early morning of January 17th, 2025, and my head cold won’t let me sleep. As my snotty tissues pile up by my bedside, my mind wanders to memories with my son.
“It’s not every day you’re young man turns 11” -Hagrid
Yes, it’s my son’s birthday today. And rather than subject my sleeping wife to a trumpeting elephant, I thought I’d come downstairs and write down a few thoughts about Jett.
What a tremendous love I have for this boy. Earlier this week in a post I shared a story about Jett’s last minute hesitation to attend 5th grade camp last year. While that was quite emotional and heart-breaking, watching him dissolve into tears out of fear of leaving his safe place he calls home, at the end of the day, he went to camp and loved it.
The journey from cautious to confident has been the continually unfolding story of Jett’s life. A journey that will only progress as he approaches his teenage years and beyond.
From before he was born, there was a lot of caution surrounding Jett. After several visits to the OBGYN during pregnancy, we were told that Jett didn’t seem to be growing at the same rate of most babies. They were worried about some disease that causes this, the name of which escapes me (and I’m not about to go wake up my wife and ask her right now- I might as well poke a sleeping bear, already sleep deprived from her growling geyser snot gushing husband). While I don’t remember some of the technical details, I do remember feeling concerned. Jett was our 2nd child and we had only been parents to his big sister for a little over a year at this point. For that sister, everything about the birth went fairly smooth (as much as it can for a first time experience, anyways).
As it got closer to the due date in January 2014, out of an abundance of caution, it was recommended that we schedule our son to be induced 2 weeks prior to the due date. So, for the first and only time with our unborn child, we chose a birthday. January 17th, 2014. I guess that took away some nerves about rushing to the hospital, but gave us pause about our sweet son being born healthy and a tad bit early. Many prayers were said at the time for the health and safe arrival of our 1st son.
The birthday came, and after just a few hours in the hospital, my incredible wife gave birth to a beautiful boy. He was so tiny! 5 lbs 5 oz. He got only a few seconds to snuggle with mom until nurses, and myself, noticed that he was starting to turn blue. They pulled him out of the room and put him on some oxygen. I tagged along with baby boy.
We were reassured by doctors and nurses that he was going to be just fine, and that he may need a few days in the NICU to make sure it continued that way. So that’s what we did. We basically hung out at the hospital for a few days, while our tiny infant son lay in the NICU, with his cool shades and jaundiced skin chilling under some bilirubin lights. Of course we went in as often as we could to hold him, feed him, and admire him. Whatever disease concerns there were that resulted in our baby boy’s size, were quickly tested for and dismissed. He was a perfectly healthy tiny baby boy.
With all of our children, my wife and I had generated lists of potential names we liked, but we always felt we needed to see their faces and test the names out. I’m sure I have my list still somewhere, but it doesn’t matter. The only name that suited him, was Jett.
I had never heard the name before my wife mentioned it, and while it is still fairly unique, I’ve since met many other Jett’s over the past 11 years.
But there’s nobody quite like our Jett.
Soon after he turned one, we bought a toddler toy basketball hoop with little basketballs he could hold and throw. He figured out how to throw the ball into the basket pretty quickly, and was quite good, if I do say so myself. We would spend hours sitting in the family room playing with those basketballs. Like most boys, he loved any kind of ball. My wife would walk him through the grocery store and he would point at the different spherical shaped produce and yell excitedly “Ball! Ball!” It was a sign of his future love of sports and his natural athleticism.
Sometime before Jett turned 2, an unexpected challenge surfaced as he started to grow a clinging attachment to me. He always wanted me to hold him. Constantly. It became quite an annoyance that if we ever went anywhere and did anything, I was always holding Jett. If there was some party or gathering with friends, you’d find me off in a corner holding and entertaining Jett. If I were asked to give some talk or sing in church, the second I would stand up and walk to the front, he would scream and cry for me. For a while, as part of a church calling, I had to attend other wards on Sunday, some of them out on the San Juan Islands in Washington State, so Jett was my little traveling buddy and we’d spend the day together riding ferry boats. At the time, it was a struggle having Jett constantly holding my side. Now, of course, I look back with fondness at all the time we got to spend together. I sure miss my crying, clinging, cautious, baby boy.
Caution. Jett was always very cautious. In 2015, a Pixar movie came out called “The Good Dinosaur,” If you’ve seen the movie, the main character, a young dinosaur named Arlo, timid and nervous by nature, was a perfect description of our sweet son. We may have even called Jett our little Arlo for a little while. With anything Jett tried or did, he was always cautious. Often scared. It was difficult to get him to do anything he hadn’t done before without a lot of smiling encouragement from mom, dad, or cousins and friends his age. And even then, he was often the only one that wouldn’t do something if he didn’t want to.
In 2017 we went on a trip to Disneyland. At age 3, there weren’t many rides Jett could do or wanted to do. We thought that the Tow-Mater truck ride in Cars Land would be perfect. You sit in a little tractor and go around in circles. Nope, he did not like that at all and screamed the entire time. In 2023, another Disneyland trip at age 9, this time with some encouraging cousins, I was able to watch his caution turn to confidence, as he decided to go on the Guardians of the Galaxy (Tower or Terror) ride. I accompanied him and as soon as we sat down on the ride, got strapped in, and started to move, all of a sudden Jett decided he did not want to be there. Unfortunately it was too late to do anything about it, and for the next few minutes I sat, holding my screaming and terrified son, and we dropped several stories over and over. My heart ached as my son was forced to endure what probably seemed like torture at the time. However, as we exited the ride and the crying ceased, his cousins approached and asked him how he liked it. He was honest and said he didn’t like it, but I could see a hint of a smile on his face, somewhat proud of himself for overcoming something difficult.
Over these past few years, I’ve watched Jett grow into a bold kid. He will still approach what he wants to do with caution, but all it takes is a little taste of success or realization of enjoyment, and it’s like a switch that flips in his head. All of a sudden, he’s the most confident kid you’ll ever meet.
In 2021, we decided to get Jett involved in flag football. I had never played football (besides elementary school recess and yearly turkey bowl events), but we enjoyed watching it together. I’ll never forget the first time he played. I wasn’t sure what to expect. At age 7, I imagined the rules of football would be complicated. Jett’s team had a few practices to get themselves organized, and then all of a sudden it was game time! In his very first game, within the first few minutes, Jett was handed the ball and he took off for a touchdown. I got it all on camera.
I was somewhat shocked! Where did that come from? All caution thrown to the wind, and there was this confident kid striding down the field like a pro! I know it’s just a kids game and I’m absolutely an over-enthusiastic yelling parent, but in that moment it was less about the points he scored and more about the boost of confidence I could see in his face. He was good at this. And he showed it over and over again throughout the season.
Since then I’ve watch Jett excel in flag football, soccer, basketball, and pretty much anything involving a ball, his 1 year old toddler love of balls perfectly foreshadowing the atmosphere of confidence and competence in any sporting activity he touches.
As much as I could go on and on about Jett and his boldness in sports, I’ve also seen him grow from caution to confidence in other ways. I’ve watched him make new friends, learn new hobbies like drawing, piano playing, and taking on the Rubik’s cube, and I’ve witnessed him fearlessly try many other new things as they come. He may not like the new things he tries sometimes, and he might even still be somewhat cautious at first, but his tenacity and determination once he has found something he enjoys, is unmatched.
Still inside this bold kid of mine is a tender heart, an anxious desire for home and peace. Inside this hilarious kid of mine is a stand up comedian, a scholar, an always on time hard worker. Inside this sweet kid of mine is a loving brother, a kind son, and a dependable friend.
I’m so lucky to have him as my son. He keeps me on my toes. Always asks to play with me. Always wants to be active and moving. Just like I look back and think about the kid Jett has been til now, wishing it lasted longer, I know I’ll look back again in a few years at the young man he is now, and wish I had the ability to slow time down. To stretch out every moment of throwing a football, watching him play soccer, chatting in the car, playing Rocket League together, or reading Harry Potter to him at night.
I firmly believe that there’s nothing more fulfilling in life than being a parent, especially to a wonderful, amazing, bold, cautiously confident child, like Jett.
The bold journey of cautious to confident is an ongoing one. We all have different levels of caution. Some of us enjoy throwing it to the wind, others cling to it for dear life. But somewhere in there is growth, learning, self-confidence, and happiness, and as we all embark on this journey differently, keep in mind that caution keeps us grounded, confidence gives us wings, and both are needed for a safe journey into the bold.
Happy Birthday buddy.
Mikey He Writes It 