So today at the playdate Trio totally busted his head on the tile floor after tripping over someone's feet. This happens I'm not mad about it or anything; he could just as easily bust his head at home (and he has). But what surprised me was how fast it bruised and he got a goose egg. See I don't bruise easily at all; the only time I was in danger of it was when i was on medication following my C-section. So I know he didn't get it from me. I don't think his dad bruises easily so he didn't get it from us.
In my curiosity I called my dad only to find out that yup my mom bruised easily. From the way he made it sound, she could trip and have a bruise the next day. So he got that from his grandma which (in a twisted way) gives me a warm feeling because it is something he shares with her. See my mom died when I was 8 so he will never know her safe for stories we tell. And I know I liked hearing how I was like great grandparents who passed before I was born so I'm hoping he'll enjoy sharing something with his Grandma Janice.
And that gets me to the subject of genetics. For whatever reason, society only remembers moms and dads when it comes to kids and yeah while it is true that more often than not they are like their parents there are two who different family trees that features and personality traits can come from. It's not just you two when it comes to your kids there's a whole deep, deep gene pool in which to fish from. And sometimes this can backfire should there be some undesirable traits in your genes but sometimes it is a nice touch. Is it awesome that Trio bruises easily? Not completely because I don't fancy strangers thinking I beat the crap out of my kid as they will if he has tons of bruises. But since I know it's a trait my mother had it makes it kind of bittersweet.
On a different note, tomorrow Trio has an appointment with his cardiologist so hopefully we will find out that we can stop the medicine he has been on for the last year. Hopefully his heart is doing better and from my end it seems because he can run and play with the best of toddlers his age. And it was also brought to my attention today that he is losing baby fat and starting to look like a toddler which makes me somewhat sad because it means my little boy is slowly but surely growing up. I mean I know I have miles to go such as the wonderful twos-threes, not to mention potty training, the "joys" of pre-teen and teenage years, and the like. But this is a step in that direction and it make me sad. I am not sure if we're going to have more kids so this may be my only one and I enjoy all the time with him that I can and I'm not ready for him to grow up yet.
Of course he's not even two yet. I realize this is kinda morose to think that way now but I worry about future girlfriends so what are you going to do? I'm just a worrier and my poor son will find that out in the years to come.
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