|My husband's all-time favorite picture of me with my boys.|
|My five favorites, circa 1998.|
When our next son came along 15 months later, we soon found that he was a different animal than his big brother. He was a happy little guy, too (except for those first six months of his life when he screamed every time we strapped him in his car seat). Exceptionally affectionate and funny, and very much attuned to the feelings of those around him, he was also way more physically daring than his brother had ever been. Our firstborn had never had any interest in getting on a swing until he saw his little brother do it at a much younger age. To see the differences between the two was fascinating, and to watch them forge a bond was one of the sweetest things ever.
Fifteen months after son number two was born, along came son number three, a happy-go-lucky, easy-going little fella with a quick, heart-melting smile. While son number one was a rule-following peacemaker and son number two tended to wear his deeply-felt emotions right on his sleeve, everything just rolled right off son number three's back. His brothers (when they got older, and funny in an adult-rather-than-eight-year-old-boy-obsessed-with-potty-humor kind of way) used to joke that that was his superpower: you could not get a rise out of him because nothing bothered him. (As his fourth grade teacher once said of him, he was "a peach.")
|Two-and-a-half, fifteen months, newborn!|
|All my men!|
So to recap: in many ways, our kids were quite similar; but in other ways, they were so very different. And we were glad about that. We appreciated their differences and didn't want them to compare themselves to one another.
Of course, once your kids grow up and get married (to kindred souls who are every bit as one-of-a-kind as they are), and then start raising children of their own, the ways in which they are similar and the ways in which they aren't become even more striking.
I'd like to explain more in depth what I mean, but it would take too long and this post has already turned into a novella of sorts. So I think this is going to be a two-parter.
But I'm sure you want to read more about my favorite subject, my boys...don't you? Sure you do!
|These guys...sigh. How lucky was I to be the one chosen to be their mother?|
My hubby and I are going out of town this weekend, to a Notre Dame football game, so I may not get to it until early next week. But I'll be back with more on this subject, I promise you. Stay tuned! (And in the meantime--go Irish!)