Through the thick of the day-to-day grind, one tends to just go through the motions, not ever really stopping to appreciate what's around them. Specifically, the unique personalities inherent in each family member.
At least, I am oftentimes guilty of this "head down, forge on" mentality.
We are out of town right now. A little respite from the grind. A few vacation days for Hubby and I while the boyz are on February break.
Irony: It is snowing here in upstate NY at Gramma and Poppa's, while back home in Massachusetts, we hear it's raining. WE CANNOT GET AWAY FROM THE FRICKING SNOW.
Yesterday we took the boyz ice skating.
Knowing my children so well, my momma notion was that Eldest, who excels at pretty much everything, would take to the ice right away and automatically be good at it. That Middle, who is often whiny, would hate being cold and wouldn't like being out on the ice. And that Baby, who is a little spitfire, would just zoom around, not even caring if he fell.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
Milan Lucic, Eldest could NOT get the hang of it. His ankles caved in. His legs wobbled. He fell. And fell. And fell. And predictably enough, there was an "injury". You would have thought his knee was broken and required immediate amputation. There was drama. There were tears. And plenty of pouting.
And was a true joy to watch.
While his two brothers were being total pains in the asses.
All this is just to say that sometimes it's nice to have these sorts of reminders. To not stereotype my children. To remember that they will always possess the capacity to surprise me. On a daily basis. And that I should never take them, or their abilities, for granted.
I needed this.
And I love them even more for it.