May 20, 2007

• Life with Patrick, the child from hell

  I have to start posting because my son doesn’t answer me.  He said he didn’t because I posted nothing on my site.  So I thought I would give a little insight on what life was like raising him. 

  First I have to complain about having to call him by a pen name.  Why did I bother giving him a name at all?  First the army took away the perfectly lovely name that I gave him and called him by his last name. Then he starts writing and assumes a pen name and abandons his first name.  Oh well, I guess that’s what comes from raising an artistic child. 

  I won’t embarass him by posting pics of him as a baby but he was cute. The trite but useful phrase that describes all babies.  He was born 10 lbs. 4ozs.  The only problem with “Patrick” was his disinclination toward sleeping.  For the first two years of his life his father and I took turns staying up all night with him.  To this day I don’t think he believes in sleeping for very long at any given time.  (I think he was afraid of missing something). 

  Fast forward to about 4years old.  Past the days of feeding food coloring to his older brother and sucking magic markers and other such troublesome happenings in his life.  One day he climbs up on the lap of a distant relative and “reads” a favorite book to him.  We all think it is cute and only assume that he has memorized the book that we have read to him ad nauseum.  But, after handing him another book that hasn’t been read so many times and he reads that also, do we have to assume that he has taught himself to read and we have to start this childs schooling now.  Skip kindergarten and go right into first grade with his older brother.

  This is my exceptionally intelligent and bright young son.  He is also developing a love for opera. (it’s all that calms him when he is driving all of us crazy).  It is true that music calms the wild beast. 

  I would do it all again in an instant if I was asked.  I love you Patrick.

  Hang in there and remember that you are in my prayers daily.

  mom

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