The Difference of Three
I cannot believe how incredibly different all my boys are from each other. I view most of my world as black and white, yes or no… binary. So when I had three, stupid me, thought “Oh, he’ll be like one of the other two… or perhaps a combination thereof.”
Wrong.
All of them. Completely different. Night and Day and Something Else. And I now know, if I had twelve, they would all be different… although I would not be around to see it as I would have probably hung myself in the shower.
When people ask me about my three kids and what types of people they are, I put it in aircraft terms. So here you have it, my description of my three boys in terms of jets.
Son#1 would come up with the conceptual design for the latest and greatest fighter/attack aircraft.
Son#2 would engineer it and make it happen.
Son#3… would fly it.
posted by Bou | 7:21 PM
5 Comments:
Great description! Though #2 son is also the best at starting a conversation. You missed me trying to talk to #1 son while you were taking #3 to the bathroom. I could not remember the name of those stupid books that they made the movie (with Jim Carey). I read the first one. I was trying to ask your son about them and was describing the characters and blot and he gave me a look like "are you for real". I gave up. On the other hand, #2 son told me about school and other stuff. Gotta love the differences.
.. what a wonderful description of your boys... my cousin has four boys, and they are all at different ends of the spectrum.. but, each one of them is a jewel..
I have two boys, If I had to describe them I'd use football terms.
1) The youngest is like a Defensive Lineman. He'll get the QB no matter who is in his way.
2) My oldest is the Punt Return Specialist. He has his moments, but most times he just waves his arms and hopes not to get hit.
I have 6 1/2 year-old triplet boys. If I were using your analogy:
I have one boy that would want to design, build AND fly the plane (he's smart and a little ADD);
I have a second boy that would want to TALK about the plane and possibly try to SELL it to you;
My third boy would want to jump OUT of the plane...but only after he'd PAINTED it bright colors.
Everyone always expects them to be alike, just because they were born at the same time. They couldn't be more different. They are VERY fraternal and look only like brothers, not identical at all. Still, everyone asks me how I tell them apart. They have different color hair, people! They have different color eyes! One is 7 pounds and 3 inches taller than the other two. They SOUND different. Shall I go on?
Having children, especially multiples, is an exceptionally interesting social experiment...
Hmmm...looks like I'll have to find some place in the cockpit to hide the fart machine.
Toluca Nole
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