me, age 3?when i had brennan i told my dad i never knew i could love something so much.
he smiled and said, "and now he's going to break your heart."
i didn't like the sound of that.
i read this post this morning.
it reminded me of all of the pregnant nostalgia i had while carrying brennan.
he was going to be the perfect little person.
my quest to become unperfect is for another day.
he would have NONE of my flaws b/c i was going to teach him how to avoid all of them;-)
yesterday he played with his girlfriend down the street.
she brought out her baby stroller with a big smile on her face.
brennan walked right up, grabbed the stroller, and took off.
i looked at my friend, "he's a dominant little one."
she said, "she's not."
"oh no," i thought. "is he going to be the bossy, controlling kid like i was?"
i think i said the last part out loud b/c my friend said,
"you had to have the friends that were the followers didn't you?"
"yes, i liked those kind the best."
i thought i'd hidden this so well!
oh, how i wish i could have been the follower as a child!
but then i'm wishing i'm something i'm not, and that can't be good.
so here's my question.
do i keep trying to fix this part of me that i don't particularly enjoy, or do i just accept it b/c trying to fix it has obviously not made much progress?