I'm not quite sure how to describe my oldest son Henry's (Rhee) personality. Sanguine to be sure but extremely meticulous also. It is so wonderful to see him grow up, learn and discover. He is a daddy's boy who cries hysterically any time daddy leaves. He loves to give kisses and charm people. He often plays shy and loves to play with other kiddos.
I feel like I'm going to really have to stay on my toes with this one though. I think I might have a bit of a trickster on my hands and he is so charming, I feel like he is going to get into some scrapes.
I have several examples that have arisen in the past several days that attest to this.
This week we made an unscheduled visit to our pediatrician. For Nick. We ended up with two prescriptions for Rhee. Don't ask. On the way out the door, in my frazzled state (normal state when I'm out in public with my 2 under 2), I ran back to the exam room, meanwhile Rhee grabs a sucker from a counter he is barely able to reach. I'm not even sure how he knew it was there. Maybe kids have a radar for candy, who knows?
I let him keep it thinking I would open it for him later and letting him hold it would deter the dreaded public meltdown. We made our way across the street in the car to our chiropractor's office, and in that duration, I begin to hear crunching come from the backseat. Rhee had circumvented the wrapper by chewing through it and when I parked, I looked back and him, defiant and satisfied. I felt those eyes telling me that he was smarter than mama and that he is going to give me a run for my money in this lifetime.
Also this week, I learned an important lesson. When all is quiet, all is not fine. We live in a two story home and all of our bedrooms are upstairs. We have begun a new independence (for both mama and Rhee) in letting him meander through out the house. He has full access to the downstairs and now his room upstairs also (all other doors upstairs closed, but that is a different lesson for a different day). He can freely move between floors and the toys therein. I do have a monitor on so I can keep an ear on him.
Sometimes the length of time in which I have heard a peep from him goes unnoticed. Then I start and realize, that more than likely, we have a problem with the lack of sound. This week, I ran upstairs, wondering what he was into and I wished I had a camera with me.
The scene that greeted me was my little resourceful almost 2 year old was the lowest level drawer of his dresser opened, him standing in it to reach the books on top of it. It's a wonder it did not break. I was equally proud and disturbed.
Proud that he is a thinker and smart, disturbed that he is a thinker and smart, how will I ever stay ahead of him?
Thankfully, raising children isn't a sprint, it is a marathon. I have time to work on molding him and it will be an adventure.
Love the quote I read yesterday, words to live by and I will leave you with them today as we both go out and raise our little Houdinis.
You have the exact qualities God knew your kids would need in a mother. So, each day, hold up your willingness and ask God to make you the best version of you that you can possibly be. ~ Lysa TerKuerst
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