Friday, March 28, 2008
You Are You...
Dr. Seuss once said, "you are you that is truer than true there is no one alive that is youer than you!" (Or something like that). I have just been marveling at the uniqueness that is Kyle. He is 9 years old and absolutely floors me with his "himness". He has narrowed down what he wants to be when he grows up. These are the most recent thoughts.
1. Composer (though he is that already and plans to continue)
2. College professor
3. President of the United States
I will admit in one moment I want to shout to the world that we have arrived in regards to him. He is smart, talented and sensitive. He has an amazing testimony and blows us away with his understanding of the gospel. He is always helpful with the baby and writes amazing notes that lets you know he appreciates you. He sets huge lofty goals and is always working to reach them. He can't even see why anyone would spend vacation money on Disneyland when obviously Austria (Mozart's alma matter) is open for visitors.
Then the next moment hits and I am ready to send him to boot camp! He has a temper that would rival any crazy musician and is as moody as any daughter going through puberty. He will fight with me for an hour to get out of a 3 minute job and then do it yelling the entire time. He is so hard on himself that once (and I mean once) he missed one on a math test and just knew that was the end of his intelligence and studied like a crazy person for the next few weeks. He was angry with me because he NEEDED to understand the theory of relativity and "I was supposed to know these things to teach my children." If I only let him get 12 books at the library he stomps off mumbling about now he will have nothing to read....
With all of this said. When the calm and the remorse come, as they always do, and he works so hard to make amends, I have flashbacks of sitting in my room writing notes to my mom. Writing notes to apologize for the major fit I just had to throw about everything. Sitting in my room wishing that I didn't get so mad and hating myself for losing it. He is me (except he is brilliant and talented and adorable) and I am honored to be his mother.