Am I the only one that is guilty of being more lenient with my baby boy? As the youngest of my three, Adam just gets away with more. Now wait a minute, don't launch into a rant about spoiling him just yet. I am tough on all of my kids because I fear that they will turn out like me and need to have serious readjustment before becoming good people (I know, I am still adjusting!)
The problem is that this kid has serious funny skills. I like that. Setti and Hugh are funny too, but Adam takes it to the next level. He can take a serious moment and just come out of left field with some comical look or gesture...and you can't stay mad at the kid! I have washed his mouth out with soap before for using a bad word (stupid) and had him crack me up when he said, "Can I have the other soap this time, I like how it smells on my dirty mouth." Really? Or when he yelled about hurting his bottom and said, "I can't reach my butt! I need it kissed!" Not too long ago I was sitting with him alone and he launched into a long story (in half baby talk- mumbling, excited looks, etc) so I went along with it and used a lot of Uhuh's, sure, and really?'s, and then he realized that I didn't know what he was talking about. Uh-oh. He shrugged, put his little hands out and said, "Jue know what I talking about Momma? Ju say yes? Okay, I going outside to fly." WHAT?
Things like this is why my heart melts when I see him smile, when he comes into the room in the morning and without so much as a good morning, gets on my lap and cuddles, and when he holds my face in his little hands...oh the love for the youngest is so strong.
Please believe me when I say that I do not single out my youngest. My daughter is one of the brightest kids that I know. She makes me shake my head at the insightful things that she says...and marvel at her quick wit. She has the best one liners and hilarious responses in the world! "Well how appropriate is that..." and "Well at least he has his mother to love him..." My favorite thing that she has ever said is, "I've got a great cents of tumor!" Someday she will have a blog that will make mine look lame in comparason. (Keep all sarcastic remarks to yourself please!)
My son Hugh is the smartest kid, and he is shy just like his dad...and that laugh, it is contageous. His sense of right and wrong is set...it is black and white, no gray in sight! Maybe he will become a lawyer...which is good because Adam might need one! It makes me very proud to see how much all three of them love eachother, at least to my face they do!
Sure, I imagine that every mother feels that their children are the best at everything, the cutest, the smartest, the best. Period. I am no different. My kids are the one thing that I am the most proud of in my life. While I can count on two hands the things that I wish I hadn't done in my life (please, lets not elaborate), I can name three things that I would not change for the world. They in turn have made me a better person. I like who I am because of them.
Sure they ruined The Body, but I forgive them. (The world couldn't handle The Body it anyhow.)
