Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Don't Worry: Be Happy
Yeah: Rakes wasn't too happy about the loss last night either.
Don't know what inspired this look of anger, but I'm grateful the boy is only 2 feet tall and weighs 25 pounds. If looks could kill, someone would be feeling some pain right now.
I watch my son with a clothes hanger tucked in his pants like a bow and arrow and I wonder: what will he do once he's unleashed on the general public? Blend in, make friend's, and be a productive member of society? Or will he keep this Napoleon complex he has, and just rage against the machine the rest of his life?
Whenever I start wondering if my son is destined for a life of crime, I think about this: the neighborhood we live in has a community pool, and being that Ang is a stay at home Mom, most days during the summer are spent at the pool, wearing the kids out. One of our neighbors, Robin, is also a stay at home Mom with 3 kids as well, and usually, the 2 are at the pool together.
Robin's middle child, Lexie, has Downs Syndrome: and Rakes, and Trot, think she hung the moon. That is all Rakes talks about when I get home: "Dad, Dexie did 'dis, and Dexie did 'dat". He doesn't care she is different: she's his "biend" and that is all that matters.
That's when I know, even with his destructive side, my boy is going to be OK.