When my children were babies, I imagined that my daughter would be like a princess and love to wear frilly dresses and makeup and jewelry. My boys would be athletes like their father and we would watch them play t-ball and soccer.
Today, I had to giggle at the things that were going on in my house with my children.
My daughter is our athlete. She was a cheerleader for a few years, but she has also played softball and volleyball each year in high school.
After she came home from softball practice this evening, she jumped right into the ab routine her dad and I were doing as part of our workout, without missing a beat.
My oldest son, who could care less about sports, was upstairs singing his heart out. He has an amazing voice, and he was playing Rock Band in his room and I think he sang every song in the game.
My youngest son is very coordinated, but he isn't interested in sports either. Swimming and riding his scooter, yes. Running, no. He has Autism, and though others might not expect him to do too much, I have a stack of paintings created by him this past year that bless my socks off.
He also spent some of his day on his computer, looking up Sonic the Hedgehog games and teaching himself to play Mario. He searches for all things Sonic and tells me when he finds one he wants.
My kids have not turned out like I dreamed they would when they were young.
They've turned out even better.
Originally posted March 2009 @ Mom in Transition
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