SOMETIMES I WONDER

I know I gave birth to a son in June of 2003, and I know we named him John Colson Schubert and I know he has some similar physical characteristics so I don't think it was a mixup in the hospital but sometimes I wonder if

THIS BOY

is really mine. Seriously, there are two characteristics that are so far away from my character that I can 100%, without a doubt say..."He got that from you Wes". His looks, his charm, his brains....all me but Wes can make his own case on those characteristics as well. These two traits, there is NO WAY he gets from me.

1. He's terrified of the craziest things and at the craziest times! I really should count how many times he tells me to stay in the kitchen EVERY NIGHT in the hour and a half that it takes him to drift off to sleep. If he's not saying "stay in the kitchen", he's saying saying "Mama? I love you", and I must respond back or he comes looking. Now what mother can get angry at there kid saying I love you? Do you think he knows that? OF COURSE! (Remember, the brains are from me). He asks if the electricity will go off, almost every night. He won't go outside by himself. If I go out and start the car and have to run back in the house for something, he screams and either follows after me or cries until I get back (even when Calli is in the car with him). In the same breath I'll tell you that he rides his 4 wheeler around this house so fast, most people choose to go inside because it scares them. He also doesn't have much fear in public. We were somewhere the other day and he wanted to stay at this one spot and look at something while I went around and did whatever I needed to do. I told him he had to go with me. His response? "But there are lots of people around here mama. They can watch me". He also told me the other night that he sometimes will just holler out "I love ghosts". When I gave him a strange look, he said "I know mama, they aren't real but just in case, if I say it and they hear me, they'll think I'm their friend". Who can't laugh to that? I belly laughed and he laughed along with me, but as I peaked out of the corner of my eye at him, his was fake and he had a look on his face saying 'I am so serious'. When he will outgrow this I don't know. I hope soon! And rest assured that when he's 17, I'll tell these stories to all of his friends and when he's 35 complaining of his child doing the same thing, I'll tell my grandkids too. I can remember ONE time in my life being really scared. I'm sure there were others but the fact that I only remember one says to me that fear was not a big part of my life. And nothing scares me now that's for sure!

2. He's a homebody. Every knows that I am the farthest from a homebody. I inherited that from my mother. I sometimes think my subconscience intentionally forgets things so that I have a reason to go back out. I love to go places, I love to hang out with other people and I don't mind any extra driving (at least in short durations). My son on the other hand loves to just stay home. The other night, he was with me when I picked up Calli from piano. We had went home after school and left about an hour later and he complained then that he just wanted to stay home. And every stop we made while Calli was at piano was concluded with "Now are we going home?" So, we pick up Calli and decide we are going to eat. You would have thought I was making him eat 6 bowls of Spinach. He made it very clear that he just wanted to go home. He even suggested that we just drive through somewhere and take it home to eat it. That's just how he is, a homebody.

Oh well, quirks and all, I do love this kid! And by the way, Calli has neither of these issues. She's never been scared of imaginative things and she loves to be on the go.