My boys....what can I say? I have six of them, but my first to be adopted were Ryan and Brandon. Two completely oppposite beings that came to my home at the ripe old age of 2 1/2 and 3 1/2. After receiving the call from my worker about two little guys in need of a home, of course, I said "Yes". They would be arriving at my house after I got off of work that evening.
As soon as I hung up, I promptly called my then 14-year-old daughter who quickly became just as excited as I was at the thought of having two little people in the house. I anxiously drove home from work imagining what they were going to be like.
I wasn't home very long before the car slowly pulled into my driveway. Okay...they are here! How should I act? They are young after all, and I don't want to scare them. I don't want to seem overbearing, too quiet, too interested, too uninterested, too scary, too weird! I walked out to the driveway to greet them. Their caseworker helped them out of their carseats and introduced them to their new family.
There before me were two precious little boys. The older one, Ryan, still sleepy eyed from his nap during the drive, rubbed his eyes and cautiously examined his new surroundings. He stayed in close proximity to the caseworker whom he knew quite well. Brandon, on the other hand, the youngest of the two, looked like he owned the world! Chomping on a piece of chewing gum, he climbed out of the car, took a quick look around, and then tromped off across the yard to investigate what was on the other side. We stood in the driveway for a few minutes to allow the boys to become acclimated to their new surroundings.
'Precious' is the only word to described these two. Here were two distinct opposites: Ryan, long and lanky, quiet, with his brown curls and huge, dark, almond shaped eyes timidly peering over his wire rimmed glasses, who I can immediately tell is an 'old soul'; and Brandon, short for his age and still carrying his baby chub, with dancing eyes, and chattering up a storm with his extremely clear and beyond-his-years articulation.
Finally, Ryan, with one hand on the back of his head, his eyes still peering over his glasses, speaks his first, and indeed extremely imporant words: "Ya'll got a bathroom here?"
That's my boy!
As soon as I hung up, I promptly called my then 14-year-old daughter who quickly became just as excited as I was at the thought of having two little people in the house. I anxiously drove home from work imagining what they were going to be like.
I wasn't home very long before the car slowly pulled into my driveway. Okay...they are here! How should I act? They are young after all, and I don't want to scare them. I don't want to seem overbearing, too quiet, too interested, too uninterested, too scary, too weird! I walked out to the driveway to greet them. Their caseworker helped them out of their carseats and introduced them to their new family.
There before me were two precious little boys. The older one, Ryan, still sleepy eyed from his nap during the drive, rubbed his eyes and cautiously examined his new surroundings. He stayed in close proximity to the caseworker whom he knew quite well. Brandon, on the other hand, the youngest of the two, looked like he owned the world! Chomping on a piece of chewing gum, he climbed out of the car, took a quick look around, and then tromped off across the yard to investigate what was on the other side. We stood in the driveway for a few minutes to allow the boys to become acclimated to their new surroundings.
'Precious' is the only word to described these two. Here were two distinct opposites: Ryan, long and lanky, quiet, with his brown curls and huge, dark, almond shaped eyes timidly peering over his wire rimmed glasses, who I can immediately tell is an 'old soul'; and Brandon, short for his age and still carrying his baby chub, with dancing eyes, and chattering up a storm with his extremely clear and beyond-his-years articulation.
Finally, Ryan, with one hand on the back of his head, his eyes still peering over his glasses, speaks his first, and indeed extremely imporant words: "Ya'll got a bathroom here?"
That's my boy!
I loved this story! You are an exceptional writer, by the way. :)
ReplyDeleteThat means a lot coming from an English teacher!!! Thanks!
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