Entry FeedSon Two graduates from SK today. Yes, there is such a thing.
I've been thinking about him a lot lately, as he struggles though missing so much school in order to participate in an intensive speech therapy program with the Speech and Stuttering Institute (who are AMAZING!)
Life for Son Two, in his mind anyway, isn't easy. He can't quite compete with his older brother (hello! two years older) and with school being inconsistent, doesn't seem to have made really close buddies yet.
But this is my assessment of my kids... and I won't be upset if they prove me wrong!
Son One - Life is easy for him. He is smart, cute, personable and athletic. Every wants to be his friend, and he bobs though life without too many concerns. He doesn't realize that things come easy to him, but isn't cocky or mean so will always be well liked. At home, we consider him our toughest kid, but he has been called, "every teacher's dream!" Yes - actually quote.
Daughter - She is sunny, affectionate, smart and athletic. She has blond hair and blue eyes, and talks with this funny sort of voice that always has strangers comment with, "I love her voice!" (except for the Dr. who asked how long she has been hoarse... sort of a pack-a-day smokers voice in a 4 year old). I'd love for her to be a dancer... but she won't. At home she is demanding and bossy, but gets away with stuff because she is so damn cute. Yes, I know that it isn't fair, but I don't make the rules and that is the way the world works!
Son Two - Our middle child. He has been our easiest since the moment his born, but for some reason other adults can find him, "grumpy" and "non-compliant." This kid is BRILLIANT! And athletic and good-looking and funny. But he is going to be my "cool" kid.
I am not sure how Husband and I had a "cool" kid. Neither of us is, nor ever has been, "cool." (NOTE: I had to point out to Husband when I met him that he didn't date in high school because he was in the band and wore track pants every day.) But thanks to Son Two, we now know the meaning of "cool" and it is not caring... You don't care what you look like, you don't care what anyone thinks - about you or anything else. You can't fake that kind of cool. You can't try to dress "cool." You are either "cool" or you aren't.
I look at my kids and I am in awe. They are amazing little people. I keep expecting to see myself in them, or my husband, but they are just who they are. And I've already realized that I can change them. Husband and I are doing our best to instill our values onto our children, but at the end of the day they will become what they want to be, with our love and support... Amazing, isn't it?