His mother’s son

Elliot finally felt back to normal last night so Ash and I were in the nursery with him, playing and enjoying his non-asshole mood, for once. He was still a little sleepy though – just like when adults get sick! – so he kept trying to climb into his crib and turning to us, saying, “night night”, like, come on you guys, put me to effing bed already. But then we were able to distract him to play with his little activity table; it was only quarter to six and no way we were putting him to sleep that early. So he’s playing with the little piano portion of said table and on that particular setting, the keys corresponded to their color. So with each button mash, the voice said, “Red, green, yellow, blue.” And each time, Elliot mimicked them each, perfectly. It was one of those parenting moments that you get sometimes – you realize that your kid knows more than you thought. And the pride is overwhelming.

I had to run to the grocery store right before bed and I took him with me. While in the express lane – like we so often choose – they have superhero balloons. I tried to see if he could say any of them so I said, slowly, “Batman? Spiderman? Superman?” And he did not say anything. I said, “Bruce Wayne? Kal-El?” And he managed to squeak out a very clear Kal-El. Mama isn’t much a Superman fan but boy was I beaming.

How much of what children get into is driven by their parents? My mother always loved to read; I became an English major. Ash’s father was into computers long before they were a staple of American homes. Ash has multiple computers and works IT. There are inherent things we give to our offspring and then there are the things they choose that veer away from what we exemplify. I don’t want to push him into things but I love to think that some day he and I will be able to play where he can be Batman and I’ll be whatever villain he must vanquish. I guess we want them to like what we do for that connection. But I know it will not always be that way. Just another thing I must accept.