My son is different from my daughter in every way imaginable. The two kids have exactly two things in common:
1 - Neither one has any idea what the word "shy" means or what purpose such an attribute might serve.
2 - They both obsess over shoes. I've discussed Natalie's fetishes before. Isaac is almost worse. The first thing he does in the morning is get his shoes and bring them to me, saying "toos! toos!" and trying to hold out a foot. Then he goes and finds a pair that belongs to someone else and tries to put them on, too. Once we ventured down a shoe isle at Wal-Mart, and the little guy was so excited there were tears.
The boy child never stops moving. He climbs on things only to jump off, and he goes down the stairs just to go back up them. He throws things just to make them hit the ground, and he takes things apart just to see the insides out. He loves his kitty ("ki-kee,") but somehow the kitty does not recognize all-out-mounting a show of affection.
The boy child falls asleep in the middle of the floor on his belly. He just keeps running at full speed until he crashes. He enjoys his bath until he realizes you want to wash him. He waves at every car that passes when we walk through a parking lot, but it is rare for him to wave at a person no matter how much that person waves at him.
The boy child does not speak in any language the average observer could understand - he is much too busy figuring out how everything else works to worry about his own body. It takes him exactly one time observing someone "working" something for him to figure out how to do it himself. This goes for making things vanish into the diaper champ, undoing various baby-proofing tools, and disassembling all manner of things that should not be disassembled by a baby.
The boy child gives his mama his best snot-nose kisses and wants nothing to do with daddy at bedtime. He is very careful to make sure mama is hand-fed several goldfish and some cheese each day. He always makes sure mama is wearing her best "toos" and always makes her melt when he points at her face and whispers "pitty" (pretty.)
Yes, I'm glad that this boy child has come into my life, although he has changed it so dramatically.
My daughter is also thankful for the boys in her life these days. Yesterday, walking out of the doctor's office:
Nat: Mama, there is a handsome boy behind us.
Mama: (gaping, speechless mouth)
Nat: Isaac's doctor is a little handsome, too.
Mama: uh-huh. (still kind of gapey)
Nat: Mama, when I am as old as a princess, I'm going to start looking for a husband.
Romans 14 - *So let us try to do what makes peace and helps one another* (v19) I can imagine this verse, along with other content in this chapter, becoming fodder for...
8 years ago