Bragging about my “boys”
I don’t usually brag about my offspring, because their lives are self-evidently successful. Grandchildren are different and I see that many of my relatives like to post public brags about their grandkids.
Once in a while there comes a time when one has to recognize that there exists a group of extraordinary people, and they are related to you!
As a group, I think my granddaughters qualify for that designation, and relatives will have to wait for the photos of them as they gather around a sibling for wedding “money shot”.
In the meantime there are two little boys who need mentioning.
Aaron, my first and only grandson, is smart, kind and likes his Lego’s.
Here is an excerpt from a letter from his Dad, Richard.
Aaron is finishing up school and all the cute little girls love him to pieces, sometimes hugging him en masse. The three other little boys in class are all very gentle so we could not be happier with his class or teacher. He is learning his lines to his little school play production. Aaron is 5, and attends a private kindergarten in S.F.
Leo, aged 2 my first great grandson.
From his grandmother’s letter.
Leo takes his stepstool from the bathroom to use in other rooms to reach his toys that are put up. Then he watches his Mom.
He couldn’t get the bathrrom drawer open because you have to lift and pull .
He very intently watches how Steph, (his Mom), was opening the drawer. Hopefully he won’t have the strength to lift and pull, but Steph is not taking any chances so removed anything that could be dangerous.
He speaks in full sentences now and tells Steph about his day when he has been to the sitter’s.
I would say that these boys are well along the road to being stellar citizens of the world. Aaron was put in the class so he could get socialized, and Leo loves to go to the sitter’s!
Talking about your day is not exactly what we expect from our “men” but here is a person that is so open to the world and wants to learn all about it as fast as he can that it is a little scary.
Especially the watching his Mom part. Usually we are only concerned in keeping an eye on our kids so that they are safe and happy, but my great grandson is watching us back!
I know that I did something right when utter strangers come up to me in a social situation and congratulate me for raising my son to be a compassionate person, and having my daughter being praised in public feels good too.
The next two generations seem to reinforce the feeling, that there can be success in raising children on welfare economics, and being poor can spur the children to make super efforts to achieve their success.