I think every parent has hopes that their kids will be a certain way. Richy and I used to joke about grounding our kids for making the football team, back when we were in high school and classist. We're much more mature now. Still, honestly, there's a part of me that really, really doesn't want my kids to be nerdy.
It's okay if they're holy, technologically advanced, eloquent and strangely polite. So, nerds. But not the other kind of nerd that eats their boogers and can't find anywhere to sit in the cafeteria. Anyway, all that to say that when they show "cool" traits, we celebrate.
The likelihood of Toby being a jock is becoming increasingly slim, as it is still difficult for him to walk from the couch to the door without falling down. I'll still probably put him in kid sports, just to keep him off my bladder for 45 minutes a week, but, you know, I'm not really kidding myself. Maybe some late-breaking athlete gene will pop up. Maybe.
For his birthday, I bought him an electric guitar from the thrift store. It cost me $1.98 and I never asked the MOG what it cost to repair, because, hey, $1.98! Score!
And I am relieved to find, at least for now, that the songwriter/rockstar characteristic is good and strong. Also, maybe some kind of metal edge... time will tell.
I'm a Texan living in Missouri, learning how to pray- a wife to a rocker, missionary and a worship leader (same guy). I am a Mac evangelist and food lover, survivor of multiple complicated (understatement) pregnancies and mommy to 4 amazing kids on earth and 2 amazing kids in heaven. I'm also an adoptive parent, a reader, and a domestic goddess who hates to clean.