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Oct. 5th, 2002 02:12 pmWell, the storm has passed and it looks like we weathered the squall. I seem to have managed to squeak out a financial solution with the help of my family and a client who was willing to give me an advance. Yay! :)
This weekend my husband's out of town, doing soldier things, and I'm here with the kids. We just finished with my son's soccer game, and as I watched him play and run after the ball, I was amazed again at how he's somehow changed from the baby I bore to the little boy on the soccer field. He's long-limbed and graceful, personable and handsome. He's on the brink of being able to read, and and he's begun teaching himself addition (a shocker to me, and a provider of incentive to pick up some basic math games and books), despite being only in Pre-K. He loves his brother and they play together all day long, certainly fighting far less (and with far less severity) that my brother and I did at the same age. He loves to make up games and play with our chess and checkers sets, as well as things like MK dungeons and HeroClix. I can tell how excited his dad is at the prospect of teaching him to be a gamer, and I have to say I'm pretty pleased about it all as well.
I find as I watch him that I am utterly amazed at how this all happened. Certainly nobody asked me if it was okay if he grew up. :) I see his father in him, and myself, and my family. It's as though our genes and habits for ages past have mixed and matched themselves in endless variety to culminate in him, but the amazing thing of all of it is just how he has grown and changed and will continue to do so. Between him and his brother, I think I'm the most fortunate mom in the whole world. Happy birthday, Alisdair. I love you.
This weekend my husband's out of town, doing soldier things, and I'm here with the kids. We just finished with my son's soccer game, and as I watched him play and run after the ball, I was amazed again at how he's somehow changed from the baby I bore to the little boy on the soccer field. He's long-limbed and graceful, personable and handsome. He's on the brink of being able to read, and and he's begun teaching himself addition (a shocker to me, and a provider of incentive to pick up some basic math games and books), despite being only in Pre-K. He loves his brother and they play together all day long, certainly fighting far less (and with far less severity) that my brother and I did at the same age. He loves to make up games and play with our chess and checkers sets, as well as things like MK dungeons and HeroClix. I can tell how excited his dad is at the prospect of teaching him to be a gamer, and I have to say I'm pretty pleased about it all as well.
I find as I watch him that I am utterly amazed at how this all happened. Certainly nobody asked me if it was okay if he grew up. :) I see his father in him, and myself, and my family. It's as though our genes and habits for ages past have mixed and matched themselves in endless variety to culminate in him, but the amazing thing of all of it is just how he has grown and changed and will continue to do so. Between him and his brother, I think I'm the most fortunate mom in the whole world. Happy birthday, Alisdair. I love you.
