Two very different children
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Two very different children

Did you notice that I’ve not mentioned any names so far? I’ve done this deliberately. I’m a bit concerned about family security right now, particularly for the sake of the children.

I haven’t given much thought to using fictitious names at this stage, but I had a chat with my daughter’s teacher about this. She has kindly agreed to be my roving content editor. In return, all I need to do is bring along some of my baking and famous stews every once in a while. Once again, she was quite generous with her advice.

She suggested to me that I should leave the naming of the children to her. She would think about this when she did a quick edit of my writing. I’m none the wiser as to what she may have done or altered. I’m just a little too busy to read over my posts once more before it gets published. I ask her to do me that favor. And she readily obliges. She did say to me that I shouldn’t be too surprised if she decided to leave everything just as I had originally written. She gave me some encouragement.

She made mention of the fact that, apart from graphic design, I am involved to a large degree in our studio’s communications and story boarding processes anyway. So, those skills contribute nicely to the way you receive my posts here. Also, it helps the quality of the writing when you are talking enthusiastically about something or, in this case, something you love dearly. Perhaps I should sit down someday and write illustrated children’s books about my two very different children.

It is written in the stars and it is written in the genes, but there’s a little of the mother and father in each one of them. Although, at some stage, I wasn’t entirely sure where my young son got his near-blonde hair from. My mother in law later explained that, yes, there is some history of that on the side of the boy’s grandfather. My daughter, on the other hand, has the same raven colored hair and flowing locks as I do. Most of her exuberant personality, well that’s a tough one.

There’s a little bit of both of us in this child. The smaller one seems to have a mind of his own. Perhaps his grandmother should explain that distinction to us some day when she’s not too busy. But then again, like both kids, their parents have vivid imaginations too. The youngest one is busy constructing his next high-rise tower. If his project has failed somewhat we’ll soon hear about it. The eldest one is busy with her next screenplay for her next big blockbuster, usually with all her favorite superheroes scattered around the floor.

I think it’s fair to say what children see their parents enjoy the most, particularly if it’s revisiting childhood, they are apt to copy. For instance, when my husband was growing up, he had a thing for Spiderman. Now, if it’s not a Spiderman doll, its Spiderman slippers, Spiderman pajamas and a Spiderman bed set. In the yard, she’ll be wearing her favorite Spiderman T. But when it’s time to go out, it’s high fashion of the strangest kind. Color coding is not easy with this one.

Speaking of easy, shopping for clothes for the boy is bliss. You buy him this, he will wear it. You buy him that, he will wear that too. So, there are no complaints. And it saves a pretty penny too. Sometimes his sister dresses him in a funny way. And with the best poker face in the world, you never know whether he knows his sister is taking the Mickey out of him or if he, in his own sweet way, is having her on. Separating the two of them, particularly when there are arguments, is never easy.

Getting them to do something useful with themselves for the afternoon is. Usually, we’ll just pick out a task we know they can manage and which they already enjoy doing. Like laying the table in the dining room. Or raking up some leaves in the yard.