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The Things

Thing One

Thing One is my first born. He’s less and less a child and more and more a young man every day. He’s thoughtful, intense, willful and wonderful all at the same time.

I treasure lots of things about him…but mostly his sense of humor, his deep thinking, his passion against injustice, and most importantly, his courage to be authentically himself even while floating in a sea of suburban conformity.

He’s an aspiring musician  and once told me that the sense he couldn’t live without was his sense of hearing. I admit, I’m a bit of a Mom Groupie when he plays his music. Um…yeah…that’s MY kid on the guitar!

He keeps me constantly on my toes trying to keep up with how to raise a young man, but I feel strongly that we’re on the right path. He’s well on his way to becoming a man I’m proud to call my son.

 Thing Two

Thing Two is my sweet-natured second child. He may be the kindest person I have ever known in my entire life. I am pretty sure he’s never said a mean thing to anyone. Ever.

He’s the kid who got me to see that the five minute second rule won’t actually kill you, that messes are part of life, and that life should be lived with a twinkle in one’s eye.

Where his brother is an eternal rebel, Thing Two is the rule follower. He’s honest to a fault and has blessed me with so many laughter filled moments including the time he called me a “sea cow” and when he named his rubber chicken, “Cuddly.”

He’ll  be the one to take care of me in my old age, I’m fairly certain. I know this based not only on his character, but also the fact that Thing One flat out declared that it was Thing Two’s job to care for me when I become an unmanagable crone elderly.

No problem, Thing One, I’ll make sure that Thing Two is the one to take me to all my estate planning appointments! (*wink*) Better start being nice to your brother. I’m just sayin’.