My Son and I
by , 06-08-2008 at 02:20 PM (1929 Views)
I know I usually bore or confuse people with my literary goings-on, but today I'm going to talk about my son.
I usually don't discuss him because my parents and I talk the subject to death, while I have no one to discuss my thoughts with - they confound my father and my mother never replies, except to sigh or criticize.
Somehow, I spawned the direct opposite of my self. While I am highly introverted, he is highly extroverted. While I am intuitive, he's sensing. While I'm a feeler, he's a thinker; we both have our share of perceiving/judging qualities, but what we "perceive" v/s "judge" are in direct contradiction.
Our relationship is always a great struggle for me, but quite easy for him. Since he loves to talk, I let him, and I try to listen (though it is an assault on my mind to do so). After about 3 hours, though, I can't stand it anymore and have to retreat somewhere to be alone and give myself time to think.
I always feel guilty for being unable to sustain him.
The boy also loves sports -LOVES BASKETBALL. He eats, sleeps, breathes it. I know all the names of the all-stars even though I didn't care to know them.
Me - I always caused my team to lose (like in intermediate school, when my mom stuck me in basketball (?!) and I landed on an all-star team that basically ignored me because I was ineffete and ineffectual). In fact, I almost suffer from a PTSD when it comes to sports. If it's merely suggested that I should play - I am seized with a sudden, petrifying anxiety - all the abuse I took as a child for making my team lose is still up there in my head, somewhere.
As for thinking / feeling - I don't consider myself a intellectual moron, but my son has a greater capacity for mathmatical/logical thinking than I do. For instance, we bought a game of chess. My dad tried to make sense of the instructions, and got all confused. My son was equally confused. I read it, understood it, and came up with a simple cheat sheet which listed each piece on the board and what it could or couldn't do, short-hand. My dad understood but was intimidated (this is the fiscal genius here), so I taught my son to play. The first one or two games, I had to help him out a bit. After that, he beat me - consistently. My 12 year old wins every game of chess I play with him, and I am the one who taught him how to play!
Plus, the gifted and talented group tried to draft him into their mathmatic class. (If I hadn't seen him come out of my body, I would wonder if he was in fact my child).
Yet my little mathmatician cannot seem to remember to do his homework, or study for a test. We had to literally imprison him in his room each day with nothing to do except study before he became willing to try.
And he hates to read.
I love him even though from my perspective he is an alien from another planet - the planet of normal people, I think - but how in the heck does an literary-lovin intellectual introvert spawn a math-loving, book-hating, basketball-playing child???????????????????



