Today, my eldest child is 17. I'm pleased and proud of the young man he's become. It's hard for me to believe he's grown from the incredibly fat baby--so fat I couldn't button the side buttons on his size 2T Oshkosh overalls when he was 5 months old--to someone who can pull off Joey Ramone skinny jeans and still need a belt. He's making great headway moving into adulthood, most importantly by becoming accepted as a peer in several adult circles, including political activism. All in all, he makes my life easier and I'm glad he's a part of it (I feel the same about his brothers, but today is Nathan's day). I think everyone in BG is better off because Nathan is in the world, and that's how it should be.