Raising Bo Jackson and George Lucas

As most of my readers know, I am a mother of two boys. They are my life. Literally. I quit my job to stay home with them. Best decision of my life so far. Also, the hardest. Seriously, on a day to day basis, I am challenged physically and mentally. Well, and emotionally if I am being down right honest.

I feel as if I am being pulled in a thousand different directions by these two miniture little beings. A few days ago a revelation hit me, though. I am raising two very different people.

My oldest son is a sci-fi geek and will watch Animal Planet on television until his eyes rot out of his sockets if I would let him. He is fair haired, pale as all get out, and uber skinny. I always think he looks like a miniature man-orexia fellow. I feed him, but his metabolsim would make any woman kill for it. He's reserved and not extremely good with social skills. He sports a super clean cut hair cut and is out of this world smart. He's pretty whitty for a 4 year old, I must say. Tyler will be the 40 year old man sleeping outside of the theater with all of his super wealthy coputer programming friends when the next installment of Star Wars comes out. And he will be okay with that.

Ethan on the other hand is his polar opposite. He is stocky, stays tan all year, dark haired, and a sports freak. If it contains some type of physical contact or a ball, he's there. He will watch March Madness like a man. He's out going and wears his hair in a mohawk. He is my rock star. He will most likely be the son we get a call from the local jailhouse from because he is in it.

So, after I finally processed all this information in my frazzeled, starbucks laden, trying to plana trip to Disney World mind, I realized that I am going to have to vary my parenting style. I tell Mike that we are raising George Lucas and Bo Jackson. I am freaking out about how to make sure both of them feel supported and loved. And he looks at me and says,

"Both of those people have partied at the Playboy mansion. That's makes it okay. They'll be fine." and he goes back outside to playing with the boys in some mix of Light Saber baseball.

I suppose he's right.


*Vintage Post