I have had the luck of being the oldest of my mothers’ seven children, and the pleasure of having three of my own, and one step-son. I’ve spent a lot of time changing diapers, wiping noses, and kissing ouchies. I’ve carried babies on my hip that I’ve seen off to kindergarten, helped dressed for the first school dance, attended their graduation, and even been there when they have had their first baby. I have spent a lot of time analyzing their behavior, moods, or lack thereof. I’ve concluded that there are 4 types of children, I have been blessed with one of each. The 4 different types are: The Superstar, The Kool Kat, The Lil’ Mama or Little Man (depending on the sex of the child), and The Rebel.
First we have The Superstar. They have the spotlight from the day they are born. More than likely it will start right away, when you have to buy a special formula. The doctor tells you he has a sensitive stomach. Than when the child is in day care your told the reason that they painted their shoes was so theirs would be better than Jamie’s. In second grade she refuses to take her lunch for a week straight, because you didn’t buy a lunch bag like everyone else has. The sixth grade dance is more like prom night, and you still can’t believe he asked for a limousine. Nothing gets done at home. Your superstar is on the phone for hours. In high school, the joy of the beginning of a new school year is taken away by the fact that someone is paying for $200 Nikes. Not to mention that this child is the coolest thing around. It cost you for the sports they play, the movies they must see, and every new thing someone else has. By the time college arrives you believe finances would benefit if you just pay the out of state tuition.
Next we have the Kool Kat. Laid back from the day you came home. You probably had to poke him a time or two to make sure he was okay. You took a nap, a shower, and this baby is still sleeping. Every time you go into the day care center this Kool Kat is kicked back in the corner on the bean bag chair. School does not start off well. Your kid sings, and sleeps in class, but still don’t know their A B C ‘s.
The sixth grade dance is the coolest thing going for this character. Their biggest dilemma is who to go with. Nothing gets done at home. You find smooth asleep every time the chores are assigned. Sixteen is worth a thousand words. Clothes take to much time, but cars, now your speaking their language. Your Kool Kat said after having the second wreck and totaling the second car, “I’m real sorry, man that sucks. When you guys going to get me another one.” Afterwards, when you pick up your new prescription for blood pressure medicine you might as well add it to the budget. You will probably be refilling this prescription at least until graduation. When graduation does arrive, you are informed that borrowing the money from you to open their own business sounds better than college. After some careful consideration you decide to discuss...