artsy, shmartsy, fever, shmever....

Little a. had a fever for two days. Some lethargy, disgruntled babyness (you know the kind when they throw everything, or want to be held, want to be down, want to be held...), fatigue (slept 5 hours one day) and general blahs....he's fever free today but there are signs that something just isn't right. He still has the crabbies, no appetite and a little tiny rash.  Now, I try, really I do - to put my natural fears on hold and just let it go...not to worry, not freak out over everything. Not google it...

When do mommy fears click in as intuition? It's hard not to worry when there are SOOO many things out there to worry about.  The least of which are scary, pandemic flus wiping out towns. Ugh.  I KNOW, as hubby said, the chances are slim to none. No, I haven't taken him in to the doc...yet. There isn't much to say.... "he just isn't right"?!  Yeah, THAT's a medical term...

So, we'll just play it by ear...per usual.

On another note, yesterday while J and I pulled weeds in the yard, big brother listed off the things he wished to be when he grows up:  Astronaut, Doctor, Professional Baseball Player, Pro Golfer, Artist...all really great, right?! Pretty typical stuff boys dream of...three of these were on hubby's childhood list as well.  (I won't tell you which, you can probably guess.)   Don't we all just want our kids to pick things they love and be happy with them?  I think most relatively sane and supportive parents would agree; choose what you love to do and make it work for you. That's how hubby and I were raised......and while I am thankful for this TO A POINT,  a part of me (kind of like a weird alter-ego part, the undeveloped country within...) wishes I had a bit more of a "practical" upbringing and education. I'm all for supporting dreams...just make sure you can actually do something with them.  Sorry, personal rant.

The artist thing surprised me for sure. He has never shown much interest. Inside my thoughts, I was simultaneously saying  "yeah, that's my boy...good for you!  and......NOOOO!!! GO be a doctor...do something good and worthwhile." How crazy am I? 

I asked him which he thought he would be best at. He said, "probably being a golfer or a baseball player "(2 things he is pretty good at right now).  Funny side note: he also said DADDY could probably show him how to be an artist. Ha....what am I? chopped liver?  Oh, yeah, I'm "mommy".

Ahh, childhood dreams........... 

Do you remember yours?