Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child that’s born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny, blithe, good and gay.
I have two children, a Monday and a Thursday. Not that I needed this poem to tell me about them or what I might expect… most of us mothers know what we are in for while our babes are in-utero. What continues to fascinate me is the distinct difference between the two and how can I possibly be the same mother to two totally different individuals?
Case in point: my sweet daughter saw a big red notebook in the kitchen recently. It was titled “The Dad Notebook.” She looked at it, wondered out loud, what is this? But intuitively knew she didn’t want the answer. Mike suggested this tactic after realizing we needed to de-program some kind of new attitude which at best was just becoming well… less than acceptable? So, I conjured up some old binder and took my permanent marker and named it the dad notebook. We are to write anything in it that Dad needs to know about. Nothing has been written in it. Yet.
She absolutely, positively does not want to disappoint her Daddy. So, I’ve indicated that anything that happens before Dad gets home that he needs to know about will get written in that book. I am sure that may seem drastic but she spends much of her time debating and perfecting skills that will one day pay alot of money in the courtroom. But, right now, she is in Mom’s jurisdiction and at least I’ve got a man backing me up!
On to Canon. So sweet… “wook mommy, I did it!” I hear this several times a day. He needs my attention, my approval and my accolades. And when it comes to Daddy it basically turns into a match of physical power. Mike wins. A couple of weeks ago he was able to tell me, “wuv you mommy”… funny it happened the same week he got several spankings. Amazing that his little brain already thinks so differently than mine.
Monday and Thursday. Wouldn’t trade ‘em for the world.