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either i’ve done something right…

18 December 2007

or my son is a complete freak of nature. i really hope that i had something to do with it though and when i asked him 5 minutes ago, he agreed.

about now you’re thinking, “what prompted this round of horn tooting Miss Smuggypants?”

my kid is just badass, that’s all. i have to say that i have never found anything in my life more elating that parenting. seriously. (did that make sense? i can’t say i’ve ever used elate in such a manner. anywho…) so yeah, the munchkin, he’s pretty cool.

when i was sitting in the doctors office years ago waiting to find out if i was brewing up something baby style, i couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be a parent. strangely, i was never really all that concerned about it. i guess i figured that people have been doing this for thousands of years and it certainly couldn’t be much more difficult that hooking up my home theater. okay, maybe it’s a LITTLE harder than that.

the thing is, it’s all pretty simple. baby comes out (which hurt like a bitch by the way), you do a little spit shinin’, a little feeding, a little burping and a whole lot of loving.

piece. of. cake.

and that’s how it’s been. i think maybe i’m a bit of an unconventional parent. when he asks me a question, i answer it truthfully and honestly. when he was 6, he read the word “abortion” on a billboard we drove by and asked me what that meant. i told him. i told him all the reason why people are against and why people are for it and why people have them and let him ask me all the questions he wanted. that’s just how we do things.

when he was 7, my mother bought him an illustrated big book of facts. he would spend HOURS reading about space, history, plants and insects, often running to the room i was in, book in hand, to rattle off some fact he had just read. also in this book was a section on the human body, reproduction and development. when i came in his room and found him reading it, i asked him if he had any questions. i was SO thrilled when he did. at that point they were a little more clinical but he did ask me about how babies are made and i told him that i had 2 great books when i was a kid, Where Did I Come From? and What’s Happening To Me? I told him that we would pick these up for him and we did.

i guess i never even thought about it. i figure if he’s old enough to ask, he’s old enough to know. we talk about war, about politics, about drug use… everything. and honestly, i try very hard not to taint these conversations with my opinions. i try to stick to the facts because really, isn’t it up to him to decide what kind of man he wants to be?

but back to how badass he is… he just thrills me. he puts his dishes in the dishwasher without me asking him to. he put the toilet seat down and washes his hands without giving it a second thought. when i ask him to do his homework before playing or help take out the trash, he just does it. why? because i tell him all the time that we are a TEAM. “it’s just me and you kid. we gotta do it together.”

tonight’s awwwww moment was when he came in my room a good 20 minutes before his bedtime. he was already in his pajamas and was holding his dirty clothes, headed for the hamper.

“in your pjs already sunshine?” i asked.

“yup,” he said, “i’m want to go to bed now.”

“it’s early you know.”

“i know,” he replied. “i’m going to bed because i’m tired now like we talked about.”

how crazy is that? a couple of days ago he was telling me he was tired when we were eating dinner. i said, “well, you don’t need to stay up until your bedtime you know. if you’re tired, go to bed angel.” the look on his face was so funny. it was like he had never considered that he could go to bed EARLIER if he wanted to. (and let’s be honest, what kid goes with THAT option?)

so, tonight he was exercising his new found freedom of bedtime. ๐Ÿ™‚ it just made me smile. when i hopped off my bed, scoped him up in my arms (no small task now that he’s almost as tall as me) and carried him into his room, i told him that he was simply the best kid ever. then i asked him how he got that way and he said, “i would think it’s at least a little bit from you.”

i hope so sunshine, i sure hope so.

me and the boy

3 Comments leave one →
  1. 19 December 2007 9:19 am

    Ummm, yeah, you’re doing something special. Beautiful story.

  2. 28 December 2007 10:54 am

    That is a nice story. And I really dig the picture. I didn’t know Parker was that much taller than you though. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. sunnydelsol7 permalink
    31 December 2007 1:53 am

    um DUH ๐Ÿ™‚ of course you are doing something right…you are raising a child and with any luck he will be as passionate about life as you are. The one thing I appreciate most about you (and there are lots of things I appreciate) is that no matter how different we are on some of our ideas and values I never have to censor myself around you. Even if we do not agree we talk it out…P-man is VERY lucky to have a mom who has those verbal skills and who also has the heart of someone who can still appreciate a kick butt snow fort ๐Ÿ™‚
    I love you girl…

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