Stop, Drop and Blog

I am not sure when exactly it was that he started swinging on a big-kid swing. Earlier than BigBrother, most likely, wanting to shed the “baby” and be “big” like his brother. He made YiaYia buy new swings for the swing set as he refused to sit in the “baby” Little Tikes ones that she lovingly bought when they were so much littler.

He sits properly. He holds tightly.

I look at him with a mixture of fear and pride. Fear because he has no fear. He’ll swing on a swing. He’ll go down the biggest slide. He’ll jump off the fourth stair. He’ll tackle someone three times his size. He hasn’t met a challenge that he didn’t want to tackle. He’s always been that way, showing his fearlessness when he started climbing his crib at nine months old. Despite his older brother’s ability to push my buttons, this one will give me the heart attack.

But the pride is always there, even when he’s pushing his brother’s buttons. I almost wish I could be more like that. In fact, I’m learning more and more than my kids may have some of my faults, but they possess some amazing qualities and are already turning out to be ten times more awesome than I ever will be. And isn’t that what we want for our kids?

At the very least, I’m proud he can get off the swing without smashing his face into the grass.

It’s a nice change of pace.