Poor Wednesday’s children. All the other children sound so lovely. Allow me to introduce my Wednesday’s Child, born January 23rd, 2008.
As you can see, there are times when his birth day suits him. He is tumultuous, laughing hysterically one minute, sobbing the next. His pediatrician tactfully refers to him as “vibrant” and “robust”. He serves time in the pen (time out)each day and is a smacker. *See below.
But aren’t most toddlers filled with woe at least part of every single day? All that I have said comes and goes with the blink of an eye. At time out’s end, he is remorseful (usually), loving and has learned to say “Sorry”. He is full of life, passionate in all that he does and takes life by the horns. He makes friends everywhere we go, shouting “HI!! HI!! to unsuspecting passersby. He knows exactly what he wants and knows how to get it. He loves dogs, water, trucks and carbohydrates. When he is doing what he loves, you have never seen such happiness.
(Insert happy-faced Brooks here. I haven’t been able to capture “the look” on film, he’s usually so occupied I can’t get him to look at the camera.) I am absolutely enthralled by this tiny, mercurial being.
I love my son’s wild nature. I can even say that I love his temper tantrums. To me they are a sign that he is confident and bold. What if we were all daring enough to express our feelings so passionately? Yes, I did just say that I love my son’s temper tantrums. Perhaps a better verb would be appreciate. Please remind me of this the next time you see me at the grocery store, flailing child at my feet.
So, do I think this poem is fair in it’s description of my son’s day of birth? No, I do not. I believe Brooks is filled with equal parts enthusiasm, confidence, stubbornness, silliness, affection and yes, woe. THAT is my Wednesday’s child.
***In other news: James is putting a well in our lovely, pristine backyard. He dug a 20 foot deep hole and did not find water. Awesome.