Having a child is the ultimate in creative expression. Synergy at it’s finest. A combination of traits morphing with the child’s own personal will. It’s also like a brutal gaze into a behavioral mirror.
For a while now we’ve been seeing behaviors in Remy that we attribute to one of us or the other. Won’t wake up quickly, moaning and groaning about the process? There’s his Daddy. Exhibiting an over-emphasis on speed and running into solid objects? There’s Mommy!
He may not be saying much now, but I’m just waiting for my child to start popping off 10-dollah phrases like “performance optimization” and “proof of concept” then turning around and mispronouncing the simplest word that my husband and I mangle purposely and for humor. Yes, we think we’re funny. Ha ha.
Just wait until he demonstrates a trait that we are blind to or wish we didn’t have. That will be fun. Wish me luck in recognizing it when it happens.