As parents, Tim and I each have our own way of doing things and then we have the way that we do things together. Cameron definitely knows who he has in his sights when he's got an agenda.
It doesn't take long for a relationship to form and for your children to figure out where and how they fit around your little finger. (Disclaimer: Payton is too little for this post to really be about him yet. Of course he does and will have his own ways too, but this post is mostly about Cameron. No hard feelings.)
Cameron knows our looks, knows our laughs, our worries and our testing moments. He knows our sarcasm and our discipline. He knows when we're serious and when we're not. Well, for the most part. And if he doesn't, he's trying desperately to learn them and copy them (quickly) at every possible moment.
Lately though, I've become very aware of who Daddy is in his eyes and who I am. There's such a difference. The sillies that they share on a daily basis make me laugh from the other room as I sometimes eavesdrop on the two of them. They are so much alike. They both have a tendency to push the limits at inopportune times, when they're relaxed and watching something (like TV) they sit in almost the exact same positions. I mean let's be honest, he already knows how to charm the ladies - they're obviously cut from the same cloth!
Seriously, see for yourself -- just take a peek!
They are far too much alike.
There are moments that Cameron turns to look at me when he doesn't like what I'm telling him and he acts as though he hasn't heard a thing I've said. There's this smirk; he is just waiting to see if I'm gearing up to battle or not. I know that really he's hearing my voice, but choosing not to listen to the words that are coming out of my mouth. I gotta be honest, the feeling of looking at your child and knowing exactly what your Husband put his Mom through as a little boy is very creepy. The intensity of this statement is sure to haunt me for the rest of my days. I cringe for the days when there's a conversation that starts like this: "Ok, please be honest, which one of you took the beer out of the fridge."
You're right, I need to get more of a history lesson from my Mother-in-law to really know what I'm in for. I know Tim's version, but I need both sides to this story before I find myself in shoes that I've never walked in before.
One day, when they've reached the appropriate age, I will smile at the two of them sharing a beer and still having this priceless relationship; Peas & Carrots.
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