I’m watching NCAA football today and looking at all of these athletic boys out on the fields, making or breaking plays. Their mamas are in the stands cheering them on and I wonder if they were raised to be these strong football players. Did their daddies take them outside and throw footballs to them from the time they could sit up? Did they have someone who was a good, strong role model who pushed them to do these things?
I was a single mom for 5 years. Styles was 7 when Kyle and I got married so he was kind of already interested in the things that he was going to be interested in, and unfortunately that didn’t include anything athletic. I was a dancer growing up. I love watching sports but I am not good at any of them. Plus I was working 2 jobs to make ends meet AND working on my college education. I didn’t have time to be his athletic advisor, as much as I might have wanted to be. And no, his bio dad wasn’t really around. It was just us. My little buddy and me.
Before Styles was born, I knew exactly what he would look like. He was going to have blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, and a lithe frame. He was going to be a badass surfer/BMX dude who loved to play X-Game type sports. He was going to rock a shaggy ‘do and wear DC Shoes gear while riding his skateboard all day long. He was going to grow up to be famous.
Then he was born with his beautiful birthmark and dashed were my dreams of him being a baby model. I’ve since tried to get him to break into the market but we keep being rejected. :/ When he became an early walker, I just knew he would be a great athlete. Instead, he’s an incredible klutz. He enjoys soccer and would love to play baseball but he doesn’t love them and they aren’t something that he wants to pursue. DARNIT! There go our chances for any athletic scholarships!
He loves to read, he’s a whiz at math, and is in the gifted program at school. He wears glasses and has my big teeth but his biological father’s small mouth. He doesn’t drink enough water so he always has a sticky mouth which drives me NUTZ.
His sense of humor baffles me but he IS incredibly funny.
He can’t even ride a bike yet but he loves to play with Beyblades and Pokemon. *groan*
He IS an awesome runner but we haven’t found any youth running clubs here.
When I look at him, my heart bursts with love and pride but he is not even remotely who I thought he would be at this age.
Sometimes I wonder if his little personality was able to shape naturally because I never pushed him or pulled him in one direction or the other. His desires developed naturally with little to no pushing by me. I’m grateful that he is so naturally and effortlessly smart. I love that he has found friends that he has something in common with. I think it’s fantastic that he is such a great big brother to his siblings. I am appreciative that he is such a big help to me.
He’s not who I thought he would be. But he’s someone so much better.
What about your kids? Who do you think they will be? OR who did you think that they would be v. who they are now?