The big questions

Four year olds make me giggle. I love how they are trying so passionately to make sense of their world. Chelsea has cracked me up lately with her out of the blue questions and philosophies.

"How did God make bottom cracks? He didn't colour us in did he? He didn't paint us eh?"

Lately she has been worried about bees.
"I wish God made me a bee because then I wouldn't get stung. Do you think you could buy me a bee costume Mummy? Then they wouldn't sting me."

Dom is now a wise (cough) six year old and his questions are far more important.
"Mum, my friend said the S word at school today. It is so bad that you can just say the first letter and call it the S word isn't it? The word is Stupid eh?"
"But what is the f word Mum?" He sat there trying to think of bad words that start with f...to no avail. Phew, I am safe until next time! Thank goodness for his Catholic school!

Childrens dreams

When I signed up to have children, I naively assumed that they would be quite similar to my husband and I. Surely if they came from us, their interests and personality would blend in?
To some degree this is true, we all gel together quite nicely as a family. However, my boy's aspirations couldn't be more different from ours. He has always been incredibly active, happiest when he is with a ball of some sort, most content when he is challenged physically. I used to think it was just his young age, but now I'm accepting that it's him. My husband was bought up by his Mother to go shopping at Smith & Caughey's as a treat. He never had a huge amount of exposure to sports. I had a fair amount of exposure but did not excel in any way. We were both brought up with an emphasis and appreciation of the arts - not sports!
In saying that, both of us had family members who were great at sports. Perhaps this is where Dominik gets it from. He is passionate about Tennis. To the point where it's an obsession. He longs to be a professional player and he practices at every spare moment.
This has thrown us a curve ball, on the weekends that is all he wants to do. Our focus has had to adapt to incorporate this new interest. My husband is learning tennis with him and finding it rather enjoyable. I spend a lot of time at the local tennis club watching him and together we follow the tournaments and read books about the sport. I'm not quite sure where this is all going to take us, but I can't see Dominik's obsession waning anytime soon. Fortunately, Bob and I are finding joy in supporting him. The question is, what will Chelsea be interested in? At the moment it's dressing up and storytelling which I can handle. But who's to say she won't throw us a curve ball too?!