They are so dirty. And rowdy. And mine likes to roar like a lion. Especially in social situations where roaring like a lion could perhaps be frowned upon, I can always count on James to bellow out a good one.
But the weirdest thing of all? Sports.Is it just in their blood to enjoy watching and playing all sports? Or is my kid some sort of offshoot of my being raised in a household where my dad and brother constantly watched Sports Center and somehow it seeped into my DNA.
Either way, it's weird.
My son, at the ripe-old-age of 3, will stand outside and swing a golf club for 45 minutes straight. With no ball. And a perfect follow through swing. He just stands there, watching his reflection in the glass door, swinging over and over and over.
And the weirdest part of all is his super zeroed in concentration, as if there were nothing else going on around him at all. It's just him and his club. He's definitely inherited this trait from his dad, because lord knows I can't concentrate long enough to accomplish much of anything.
And it's not just golf. He does the same thing with football, baseball and soccer. And he routinely tells me he wants to go outside "to run."
It's like having my own personal trainer right here in my house, reminding me how lazy I truly am!
I suppose only time will tell if I really am raising the next pro athlete. And until then, my hope is to just cherish these precious character traits in this alien of a child I call "my son."
