I just have to state it. My son is awesome. He is super awesome. I just have to state it. I do so everyday. Stating it and stating it frequently fills me with enormous joy. Many of us who are parents think our children are precious and unique. And why shouldn’t we? Why shouldn’t I?
Although, this is a very funny state of mind to be in considering how anti children I had been. I used to be one of those annoying people that got annoyed by children crying at restaurants or on planes. Now I’m one of those annoying people that dares to bring her child onto the first class section of planes. In all fairness to myself, my son is a great traveler. He has been to Austria, Australia, Italy, Japan, Puerto Rico, Curacao to name a few places, before the age of seven. I can count on one hand the number of times we had an issue on the plane. I did breastfeed when he was younger so that helped with takeoff and landing ear pains.
Anyway, he’s a relatively good kid who is happy and goofy. We spend time just cracking ourselves up. We prank each other continuously. He makes weird pronouncements with absolute certainty. Just today, upon hearing some individuals speaking of a pending apocalypse, he noted how wrong they are because the apocalypse will occur in one thousand years from now. Also, while flipping through the television he came upon a ghost/paranormal show where he lamented their ridiculousness, as there are no ghosts on earth just in heaven. I have no idea where he comes up with these things. Is he conducting odd research at night after we have all gone to sleep?
He is awesome. He is my awesome sauce. I couldn’t be happier. When days are stressful, long or weird, he is sunshine and joy. And there is nothing wrong with me shouting it out to the world. And with that, I will go back to my regularly scheduled programming.