Every parent thinks their children are the world's greatest kids. In fact, I used to snicker at parents when they beamed about how perfect little Billy is or how gorgeous little Sally is. It is in this light that the following entry may be seen as more than a little hypocritical.
My son, three year old James, is developing into a spectacular human being. It's truly starting to blow my mind. He's got a great sense of humour, he's very well spoken and polite, he's wonderful with his little sister and he's incredibly well behaved. Tonight, I took him to my softball game. We played catch before play got underway and then he was so damn good. I mean, he watched and cheered from the bench when I was at shortstop and conversed with me sweetly while I waited to step up to the plate. He was an angel the entire night.
I like to think that I can strip away a little of my parental bias and see James for what he's become. I like to think I can look at him objectively, love him no matter what but not view his every action as blessed perfection. I think I can and I still can't believe what a lucky son of a bitch I am.
