When I was a kid I wasn't adventurous. Or fearless. It always irritated me when an adult insisted I try something just because everybody else was doing it. I was bookish, quiet, and continually trying to perfect the art of blending into the background. And even in my pre-kid adult life, I found it maddening when anyone demand that I join in on something - waterskiing say - when it was the last thing I wanted to do.
And yet there I was today, bribing, cajoling and finally sweet-talking Deaglan into running through the water at the splashpad. Parenting comes with it the need to make sure your child is having fun at all costs. Even if they don't think it's fun.
We were at the park for an hour, climbing the jungle gym, swinging and spinning, all the while I was pointing to the splashpad side, directing Deaglan's attention to the fun, the wet-squealing kids were having.
"I don't want to get wet Mommy." he said bluntly.
"But it's so hot out here, c'mon, I'll even get wet."
"Nope. Can you push me on the swing now?"
"Okay, I guess Naveen and I will go over and have fun then."
It went like this for another forty minutes and finally he agreed to see what all the fuss was about.
See? I told him he'd have fun...maybe I need to make some phone calls to some of those adults who kept insisting I try stuff...
And this guy went for his first haircut today. For Deaglan's first few haircuts we took him to the fancy kid salon (read overpriced so the kid could sit in a helicopter and watch Dora while they snipped). I figured since soon enough they'll both join their Dad and the rest of the male population at First Choice, I might as well make the introductions now.
I forgot about those ears.
And could you not just nibble that neck right now?
I love Saturdays.