"So, we’re asking you to get out your brag books and tell us all about the wonderful, fantastic, and brilliant things your kids can do."
Oh, I could brag about my baby all day long, He's just 22months in that picture over there. I'm not sure there isn't a wonderful, fantastic, brilliant thing my son can't do. It's funny isn't it how things sort of come together all at one time We were in the grocery store check out today and the cashier gave me such a fantastic compliment, "You can tell your really good with him" She asked how old he was and was shocked when I said 2 1/2. He's big for his age, tall in that leggy, broad shouldered way he thankfully inherited from his father and he speaks like an adult. Huge grammatically correct sentences spew from his mouth full of his favorite words accoutrement's, and fucking god, and boopdad. He makes these things up, hears us use them once and they immediately become a part of his repertoire. He tells me stories that I believe are a glimpse into his past, of being sick and riding in an ambulance. He told me he didn't want to go on the stretcher when he was just barely two. Today he said we were all sick, all going to the hospital and he promised it would be fun. They would check for the owies behind our legs. I'm so glad he picked me to come back to. I believe what he says about who he was, and I believe he chose us knowing that we wouldn't hold him back from doing all of that great running and jumping and climbing he missed out on the last time. He is absolutely fearless. Other parents are always hovering just behind him, holding out their hands to catch him when he falls from that too high platform. Their breaths catch when his foot slips on the last rung of the ladder, that ladder he shouldn't be on anyway. And I, I never worry about my boy not when he is doing what he does best. Using his body the way it was meant to be, stretching, flinging, grasping, pushing. He's beautiful.
Oh, I could brag about my baby all day long, He's just 22months in that picture over there. I'm not sure there isn't a wonderful, fantastic, brilliant thing my son can't do. It's funny isn't it how things sort of come together all at one time We were in the grocery store check out today and the cashier gave me such a fantastic compliment, "You can tell your really good with him" She asked how old he was and was shocked when I said 2 1/2. He's big for his age, tall in that leggy, broad shouldered way he thankfully inherited from his father and he speaks like an adult. Huge grammatically correct sentences spew from his mouth full of his favorite words accoutrement's, and fucking god, and boopdad. He makes these things up, hears us use them once and they immediately become a part of his repertoire. He tells me stories that I believe are a glimpse into his past, of being sick and riding in an ambulance. He told me he didn't want to go on the stretcher when he was just barely two. Today he said we were all sick, all going to the hospital and he promised it would be fun. They would check for the owies behind our legs. I'm so glad he picked me to come back to. I believe what he says about who he was, and I believe he chose us knowing that we wouldn't hold him back from doing all of that great running and jumping and climbing he missed out on the last time. He is absolutely fearless. Other parents are always hovering just behind him, holding out their hands to catch him when he falls from that too high platform. Their breaths catch when his foot slips on the last rung of the ladder, that ladder he shouldn't be on anyway. And I, I never worry about my boy not when he is doing what he does best. Using his body the way it was meant to be, stretching, flinging, grasping, pushing. He's beautiful.
If you have a baby then you have someone to brag about... head over to http://blog.parentbloggers.com to get the scoop on todays blog blast inspired the new Book, Your Child’s Strengths by Jennifer Fox http://www.jeniferfox.com
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