As long as i'm living, my baby you'll be.
Do you ever look at your children and wonder where they will end up in life?
When Joseph was a baby before he could even speak I always said I thought he had an old soul. He has these eyes of depth and wisdom like he has been somewhere before. When he started to talk, quite early in life too I might add, his voice and words portrayed to me more and more that what I thought of his old soul to be true. He has this quiet knowledge for things and intelligence that I really hope takes him somewhere. As well as his inate ability to pick up on things and remember them forver. They say UNO is only for kids 7 & up... Joseph can UNO your ass right across the table anyday... and then ask you three months later if you remember a particular hand that he beat you at.
When Joseph was 2/3ish I started to ask him what he thought he might like to be when he grows up? Really I asked for humour sake. His reply was "Dr. Pierce" I said "oh you want to be a doctor! That's great, we will have to call you Dr. Marien then won't we" His reply was "NO... I said I want to be Dr. Pierce NOT Dr. Marien." The practicality behind his words and seriousness of things to him is what is such a riot.
But as time has gone on, his career has changed from Doctor, to Bus Driver, to Teacher, and now Hockey. I wonder though if he will end up being a teacher of some kind. Since we have started working with Trent on his speach a little more and asking Trent to say/practice words Joseph needed to get in on the action. So he will ask Trent to say words he knows or if they are playing Joseph will stop and say "Trent can you say...." and list an easier word Trent might have a shot at repeating. Joseph does it with such care and concern too and gives a great amount of praise when Trent does well, or a hearty "we'll try again later" if things don't go well.
At first I wondered if this was just brotherly love and a sort of bonding. But I think it is more than that. Joseph has a care and concern for everyone. His friend was over the other day and he asked him to play UNO. His friend is younger than him and isn't overly familliar with his numbers yet. Joseph's reply was "I will teach you then! One look this is the number one and holds out one finger" His friend really could have cared less and was more interested in a fiesty round with some ninja turtles.
As for where Trent ends up in life I have yet to wonder about. He's personality is so new it is like he has a brand new soul. Trent is feisty and creative. He loves to draw, wrestle and have a good laugh. It is like he dosen't sweat the small stuff but yet his emotions run deep. He enjoys a bit of everything life has to offer. Whatever he ends up doing in life I think he will need to wear a helmet. Because this little man... if there is the slightest chance you can bang your head on something, trust this kid to do it. Hmm, visions of NASCAR just screamed through my head.
It is hard to believe that in less than a week Trent will be turning two years old. It is like I have know him my whole life. It is hard to remember what life was like before he came on the scene. I can't wait to experience the next stage of his life with him. Since really I see two as being a transitional age from baby to toddler. *sniff* Toddler.
I guess a number doesn't really matter... whether they are 6months, 6 years, 16 years or 60 years... they will always be your baby.
When Joseph was a baby before he could even speak I always said I thought he had an old soul. He has these eyes of depth and wisdom like he has been somewhere before. When he started to talk, quite early in life too I might add, his voice and words portrayed to me more and more that what I thought of his old soul to be true. He has this quiet knowledge for things and intelligence that I really hope takes him somewhere. As well as his inate ability to pick up on things and remember them forver. They say UNO is only for kids 7 & up... Joseph can UNO your ass right across the table anyday... and then ask you three months later if you remember a particular hand that he beat you at.
When Joseph was 2/3ish I started to ask him what he thought he might like to be when he grows up? Really I asked for humour sake. His reply was "Dr. Pierce" I said "oh you want to be a doctor! That's great, we will have to call you Dr. Marien then won't we" His reply was "NO... I said I want to be Dr. Pierce NOT Dr. Marien." The practicality behind his words and seriousness of things to him is what is such a riot.
But as time has gone on, his career has changed from Doctor, to Bus Driver, to Teacher, and now Hockey. I wonder though if he will end up being a teacher of some kind. Since we have started working with Trent on his speach a little more and asking Trent to say/practice words Joseph needed to get in on the action. So he will ask Trent to say words he knows or if they are playing Joseph will stop and say "Trent can you say...." and list an easier word Trent might have a shot at repeating. Joseph does it with such care and concern too and gives a great amount of praise when Trent does well, or a hearty "we'll try again later" if things don't go well.
At first I wondered if this was just brotherly love and a sort of bonding. But I think it is more than that. Joseph has a care and concern for everyone. His friend was over the other day and he asked him to play UNO. His friend is younger than him and isn't overly familliar with his numbers yet. Joseph's reply was "I will teach you then! One look this is the number one and holds out one finger" His friend really could have cared less and was more interested in a fiesty round with some ninja turtles.
As for where Trent ends up in life I have yet to wonder about. He's personality is so new it is like he has a brand new soul. Trent is feisty and creative. He loves to draw, wrestle and have a good laugh. It is like he dosen't sweat the small stuff but yet his emotions run deep. He enjoys a bit of everything life has to offer. Whatever he ends up doing in life I think he will need to wear a helmet. Because this little man... if there is the slightest chance you can bang your head on something, trust this kid to do it. Hmm, visions of NASCAR just screamed through my head.
It is hard to believe that in less than a week Trent will be turning two years old. It is like I have know him my whole life. It is hard to remember what life was like before he came on the scene. I can't wait to experience the next stage of his life with him. Since really I see two as being a transitional age from baby to toddler. *sniff* Toddler.
I guess a number doesn't really matter... whether they are 6months, 6 years, 16 years or 60 years... they will always be your baby.
posted by Jessica @ 11:14 PM
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