Tuesday, August 22, 2006

My Son...

So my son is quite a Dude Heart Beat . His personality is so complex, that he constantly amazes me. Just when I feel that I have him figured out, something changes and I am back just where I started.

I love our relationship. We are friends; pals; buddies and we can lie around and tell corny jokes or chase each other around the house when we re so inclined. He does not hesitate to call me ‘old’ or ‘geriatric’ and to speak whatever comes to his warped little mind. Yet, we have managed to balance this with the fact that I am somewhat strict, and will crack his tail if and when he steps out of line. I hate to brag but, he is quite and intelligent little twerp. The working of his warped little mind can be somewhat daunting, and he constantly keeps me on my toes. He does not accept information at face value, and will not leave an issue alone until he has fully grasped all concepts. Of course, I have also noted little factors that irritate me, such as the fact that he can be somewhat arrogant, which in turn isolates his peers. As a result he has to work harder to meet friends, and those that he does have are all older than he is.

Sonny is no athlete, much to his mine and his father’s dismay. We were both athletes in our prime, and still participate in activities in our nether years. As such, we cannot understand what mutant gene has absorbed simple concepts such as coordination, speed and agility in Sonny. He is quite the nerd. Mr. Man does not like to sweat, and if he did have a choice, he would stay indoors 24/7, watching Cartoon Network and playing video games. Nevertheless, terrible parents that we are, we have forced him to enroll in activities such as tennis, karate, soccer and basketball. He hates them profucely, but we have stressed that ours is a draconian relationship, and he does not have much of a choice.

Sonny loves Chess and Scrabble. He has started to teach me how to play chess, and he is quite a strict little teacher. I believe that he just loves the chance to boss me around. He even slapped my hand when I moved a Rook incorrectly. He is such a little Creep!

Sonny was born on Good Friday in April of 1996. This would make him 10 yeas old as of the date of this posting. I remember when he was born, he was so wrinkly, and pink, with a touch of jaundice. I was absolutely petrified, as I had no idea what to do with this strange creature. But, he and I trudged through and we made the best of it. Not all is perfect, but we seem to have developed our own personal formula.

Sonny’s Dad is from the island of Barbados. He is a good dude, and a very supportive and involved father. From the time that Sonny was two, he has traveled to Bim to be with his Dad and his Bajan family during school holidays. After the passing of Hurricane Ivan, we flipped it, and Sonny was enrolled in school in Bim, and he is now traveling to Cayman for the school holidays. He has a bit of a Bajan accept, and I do love the fact the he is multi-cultural.

Every holiday when he returns to Cayman, his personality and physical features have evolved. He is leaner; he is taller; he has to start wearing deodorant. Sigh. My baby is becoming a man. My next objective is to have him discontinue calling me “Mom”, so that I can claim that he is my little brother. When I initially suggested this to him, he laughed raucously and said that I was so old, that I would never get away with it.

Did I mention that he is a Creep?


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