Isn’t strange how some kids are born with confidence? That I-can-do-this attitude that makes their twos terrible? The desire to be independent from their parents? It’s so innate for some kids.
Like Ellie.
Sam is a different kid. He loves his mommy. And his daddy even more. If we were game, he would have us wiping his bottom and cutting his food until it was way inappropriate.
We are not, by the way, game.
So, as nice as it is that Sam is never the kid we can’t find in a shopping mall or who’s begging to spend the night with a friend (will that day ever come?), he’s also the kid who plays soccer so he can spend more time with Daddy, his coach. And who asks me everyday if Ellie can be his roommate forever.
Once Nate is doing more than drooling (so cute), and smiling (break your heart adorable) and pooping (not so cute), I’m guessing Sam’s big brother instincts will kick in. Maybe then he won’t want to be the kid who loves sitting on Mommy’s lap. And misses his security blanket when it’s in the dryer. Maybe he’ll become the kid who jumps right in so he can show his brother how it’s done.
And, by then, Nate will be sitting on my lap. Wondering what kind of kid he’ll be.
