October finds three of our collective four children celebrating birthdays. It's a busy time I've tried to make as special and individual as possible, while still staying within the husband-is-out-of-work budget.
Catering to their likes and dislikes at birthday time makes me realize all over again how different and unique each one of them are. As they get older it becomes pretty easy to catagorize.
Angelina is the dancer, Antonio is the studious one...etc., etc.
Why is parenting such a tighrope walk of nuturing a child's individuality while being cautious not to "label"?
Add in several doses of my unrequited childhood dreams and it becomes one huge undertaking. I second-guess myself all the time.
Angelina loves her ballet class and has yet to delve into sports like some of her friends and cousins.
Is this because she truly loves it? Or because my shy nature made it impossible for me to take ballet as a child and hearing any song from the movie Flashdance makes me want to break out in some seriously dated eighties dance moves behind the safety of my bedroom door?
As I contemplate the three different birthday desserts I will prepare this weekend, I think our kids are a recipe of their own; a little of us and a whole lot of them, seasoned with all the experiences we provide. It's my job to keep the experiences coming.
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I like your description of the kids... I think that sums it up nicely!
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