It didn’t bother me that since he was born everyone has marvelled at how much he resembles his father, Little Red and I had a bond that went deeper than looks. So what if he also has his father’s sleeping habits? I know he’s mine, too, and knew that someday he’d start showing me that he’s related to me, too.
That day has come. We got some new toys in a baby gift yesterday. I inserted the batteries and hung up both magnets and Little Red spent the entire day yesterday (and already this morning) playing both toys’ music simultaneously. It’s a cacophony of children’s music juxtaposed in a seemingly haphazard way. I can’t even be annoyed (unless I’m on the phone to my mother, then I took them away) because all I can think is, “this is how my keyboard harmony class felt.”
I can totally understand how fascinated he is with playing both at the same time. Maybe there’s hope for the boy after all? Maybe he’ll be a modern composer, or maybe he’ll just be another math geek, taking after the men in my family? It doesn’t matter, all that matters now is that he’s acting like me. That pleases me immensely, even though the tired old lady in me doesn’t like to hear that noise over and over and over and over and over and over.