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“Every child is an artist.The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” – Pablo Picasso

Last week, Little Guy attended photography camp (even on the days I was dying of the plague). I’ve dragged taken him with me on a few spontaneous local drives for the purpose of taking pictures. Sometimes he plays along; other times he sits in the car and fiddles with the radio.

He came home excited to share what he’d be learning, and to show us his shots. He’s even asked to go on more “adventures” with our cameras. First, he has to teach me how to do this:


I am a proud Mama.

So often Hubby and I have marvelled at how different our boys are from us, as well as from one other. Sure there are similarities, and it’s not uncommon for one of us to point out that “your child is just like you”! (funny how they become “your child” when they’re up to no good or disaster has just befallen them). Other times we’re just plain baffled because “he didn’t get it” from us!

Big Guy is 26,  and for the first 6 years of his life, it felt like it was “us” against the world. We had plenty of love and support from family, but we were still a single parent household. Whether by nature or nurture, Big Guy and I are a lot alike. We have similar interests in movies, music and video games. We have the same quirky sense of humour. We’re both fiercely faithful. Sadly, he inherited some of my other quirks too…we’re both shy and often overlooked. If there can be a hard way to do it, we will find it. If it can go wrong, it will.

Little Guy and Hubby are more alike. They have similar interests, like the intricacies of computer programming, math and new languages. They are both mechanical thinkers, quick with quips, and hate to be bested by anything. I’m always surprised when Little Guy exhibits an odd flash of “me” –  a sporadic burst of creativity (like his newfound interest in photography) or over-the-top-silliness. That’s not to say that Hubby doesn’t also possess these qualities, but generally, Little Guy doesn’t have much in the mix that’s like me.

Hmm…maybe that’s a good thing.

“Insanity is hereditary. You get it from your children”. – Sam Stevenson

T.G.I.T. – Thank Goodness It’s Thursday!