No, not neckties. Or
Twist ties. Sprite's Keeper wants to talk about "the ties that bind". The things that make us "family", or "friends", or "mortal enemies" or what have you.
I had a sudden revelation the other day. At lunch with my co-workers. Who thought it was hysterical. We were talking about how kids change at different ages. We talked about whether or not you really grow out of the "terrible twos" at three. And they asked how LG is doing with the tts. Uhm, well, terrible. He and I fight constantly. Because he is stubborn, but his stubborn is nothing compared to my stubborn. I have practice. While I would love to say I pick my battles wisely, I frequently do not. I dig in. PB tries to rescue me, but I won't allow it. Many nights there is a battle of wills. Someone ends up crying or throwing something. Which of us that is depends on the night. Someone apologizes and we make up. PB and little o go hide somewhere. And after I tell them this, one of my co-workers said, "Because he's just like you."
What? No, I thought. He's like PB. Energetic and fun and smart. He sings and dances and talks constantly. He's too busy moving to eat, and he doesn't care about convention. He loves a good adventure and has no fear. He's fiercely independent. He's too busy to give you more than a quick hug and kiss. He does not cuddle. Frequently, he won't smile even when he's happy. Oh, no. That doesn't describe PB at all. Damn, they were right. LG is a mini-me.
Which lead me to think more about little O. For the past 9 months, I've said little O doesn't fit in. But he does. He is completely PBs child. He smiles all the time (many teachers at school tell me that they get more smiles from little o on the first day they meet him than in the whole time they've known LG). He's content. He's outright happy most of the time. He is a cuddler. He's not the utter spaz his older brother is. He will go with the flow almost all the time. There's almost nothing that a snack and a fresh diaper can't fix. But piss him off? And you will find a stubborn streak like no other. He will scream until he is good and done. He will not waiver or listen to reason. He's just like his father. No wonder he and I get along so well.
Just goes to show that the ties that bind go far deeper than brown eyes, or knobby knees. Who and what you are, where you go and become are truly a product of where you came from. And the fact that I lived to see 18? Is a testament to the fact that my father intervened on my behalf quite frequently.
PS- The best thing I've heard in weeks:
"It's ok, O. Don't cry. I right here. We together."