My girls are crazy and are just like their mother. They are very talkative and very vocal and very athletic.
All. The. Time.
When I say very vocal, they will moan, scream, and just make noises, for the mere pleasure of making the sounds. Right now, I am watching them in a gymnastics class, each in their own group. They are each their own handful, I pity the instructor in both groups, each instructor knows their names merely by the number of times they have to tell them to stop talking or yelling.
Both my wife and I would like them to be in team sports, but as of now, that seems to be a long shot. Don’t get me wrong, they are both extremely athletic and strong; the littlest one is a beast in her own right. She has more muscles than I do!
They are undisciplined children, and for that I blame myself. I grew up in an environment of servitude, you were quiet until asked to speak, and never before. I believe this strips their soul of freedom. Maybe I have taken it a bit far, but oh well. I love that they are free spirits; I encourage that at this age. Let them be free, I say!
I know the world out there is cold and hard. Let’s have fun while we can. I take the slide glances from other parents as encouragement that I am doing the right thing.
I want them to have fun at this age, mostly due to my cynicism of the world. I hope a good life for them, but I also know that it will be very hard for them out there, once they enter the world I know. The world I hope is still there when they reach that age.
Peace, love and freedom, little ones.
Your father,
CC
