1. Both Gary and I have a full head of hair. Thick hair. I figured our progeny would be the same, but so far that is not the case. He has a light smattering of fine brown hair.
2. Both Gary and I were on the small side when young. We figured our child would be the same. Scrawny was the word we used. How wrong could we be? Veeeery wrong.
3. I’ve always loved water. I don’t remember ever being scared in it and ended up swimming a whole lot through my childhood. I figured my child would share this comfort in water. So far, he’s calm and smiling at best and crying at worst when he’s being bathed. We’ll work through it.
4. Tonight, I guesstimated that it would be a couple of weeks before he’s grabbing things off the dinner table when we have him on our lap. Two minutes later, he’s reaching for our napkins, then my plate which I’ve pushed to the side. Two weeks, two minutes. Whatever.
5. I thought we could keep him off the computer for a good while– say, maybe 18 months, right? A little while ago, from his vantage point on Gary’s lap, he leans over to his Dad’s laptop and starts hitting the keys with his hand. He’s seen that behavior modeled in this house a billion times before. Why am I surprised?
It’s OK to be wrong, because I was right that I’d love my little boy. Boy, do I. More and more and more.