We have smart kids. Both of our children have made us proud over the years at how intelligent they are and how well they interact with the world around them. When we moved to Colorado Boone acted like he’d never met a stranger and ended up making friends with the whole box of crayons, not just the ones next to him. Lily has always been curious and active and she does well in school.
Sometimes she gets shadowed by her brother, but only because he’s older and further along in life and not because she’s any less capable. And they’re smart and talented in different ways.
I’m incredibly thankful that the kids are both healthy and well adjusted. Of course they’re not perfect and they will both have their trials in life, but they’ve been blessed with tools to help them cope that many just don’t have. Based on this I should never be depressed or feel like life isn’t fair.
Last night we went to Boone’s academic team banquet. His team (middle school varsity) was undefeated for the entire season in their league. Boone got first place in many of the meets in the testing component, and he contributed fairly consistently to the quick recall team. So he ended up with a couple of first place medals for the season and a couple second and third place medals.
While he is so smart, respectful, thoughtful, kind, and generous, he is also a clumsy oaf and just before we left for the banquet managed to push a hole in the drywall beside the refrigerator with his smart ass.
When he told his mother how he leaned against the wall and then started to go through he was giggling. When Mandy saw the offending void he realized she didn’t think it was as funny as he did. Haha. Neither did I.
In his defense he has no common sense. He’s lovable and incredible, but good lord, don’t wait around on him to get any kind of package open! And like Einstein he never ties his shoes.
He’s taller than me now. I can wear his clothes as hand-me-downs. In less than two years he’ll be legally able to drive. I almost typed “he’ll be driving” but I don’t know if he’ll be ready when he turns sixteen. But then again he’s surprised us in the last year or so with how fast he’s growing up. Still, I may just buy him a good bike.