Not Ben. He's an up-and-at-'em type of guy. He does everything quickly and loudly--I'm grateful that my other two kids are still sleeping as he sprinted to the bathroom and clumped down the stairs to me moments ago. His bright green-hazel eyes are still sleepy but happy to see me in this quiet house that is now ours to share.
He is now sitting next to me, wearing his pajamas, which are really only pajama bottoms. They're old hand-me-downs from his cousin in St. Louis, but Ben loves them because they have footballs and baseballs all over them. His upper body is lanky and chiseled--I marvel at how many muscles are packed into his little body. I guess that's what you get when you never stop moving.
|Ben (in yellow shirt) and his buddy, |
after their rugby game
Ben is our oldest son. The big brother. That's what I say when I introduce him. In truth, he's our middle child. He's smack dab between a smart and funny big sister and a sweet and adorable little brother. Ben's full time job is to stand out.
He does a good job at standing out, thanks in part to the world of sports, where his ability to do things quickly really comes in handy. He's been really great at anything he tries out--t-ball, rugby, tennis, golf, soccer. How he has fit in all these sports in his five years I really don't know. It helps to have a big yard and a curious mind, a supportive dad happy to provide the gear for anything in which he expresses interest, and a mom who will help him find books on anything. But really, it all starts with Ben.
|Checking the scores of yesterday's games|
Sometimes, in this parenting journey in which I'd like to take and maintain full control, I'm simply along for the ride. I sure am curious to see where it ends, and what happens along the way with this unique boy named Ben who sits beside me.