How Straight Line came to be....

Straight Line is 8 year old little old man. He is called that due to his extreme diligence in following the rules aka towing the straight line. While this is a great thing to cultivate he takes this so some very ridiculous extremes which at many times leave me banging my head and telling him to loosen up a bit.

Straight Line was probably the only baby in the nursery who did not cry, get hungry or poop at the 9 o clock light out. Ok maybe not but he was a pretty textbook kid. He made parenting very easy for us and if Rule bender had been our first born my inclination to reproduce would have come to a shocking stop. Straight Line gave me confidence in my parenting skill and his childhood was pretty free of heart stopping moments and trips to the ER.

Coming back to Straight Line he is probably the most responsible 8 yr old ever in the history of 8 year olds. He is definitely Mr Clean's son when it comes to cleaning.. The problem or should I call it virtue is there is no middle road with him. If he is assigned a job it has to be perfect. Tell him to help in dusting and he embarks on a 2 hour odyssey which will give you a complex about your cleaning skills and end up in a sparkling clean room. Tell him to scoop out some icecream and each scoop has to be perfectly rounded to look like a Baskin Robbin ad. Granted its a good thing but when its 9 in the night and all you want is every one in your house in bed then a perfectly scooped icecream sundae with a cherry on top is not in my schedule.

He is a very intelligent kid not very street smart but picks up stuff very easily. I am very sure he taught himself to read by watching closed captioning on the TV. And to all of you who know him he is a total Mommy's boy. His world starts and ends with me. Everything he does, he decides after asking what I want. While I bask in this adoration a part of me also wants him to be a independent thinker. One who weighs the pros and cons before deciding what he wants. A part of him wants him to choose the green shirt he keeps eyeing in the closet when I put the blue one on his bed to wear to school. I guess I should count my blessing while this is still happening coz everyone around me keeps reminding me that this phase does not last long.

Straight Line and me share a very special bond. He is my first born the one I shared every wide eyed moment of parenting. He is such an emotionally cued in kid that he knows from my face if I am upset about something. The same goes vice versa where I know from the way he embarks from the bus if he had a good day at school but then I am mom its my job to be aware of this. He on the other hand does it out of pure love. Straight Line is growing up so soon. He almost reaches my shoulder now and I look forward to looking up to him in the near future.

He is my only hope of attending the Nobel Prize award ceremony or seeing the Oval room at the White House coz if you knew Rule Bender you would not have to ask why but thats another post better left for another day.