I took Corbin to the pediatrician for his 4 month well-baby visit last week.* I brought Lola with and I swear to God, the pediatrician could barely concentrate on Corbin because Lola was charming the heck out of him. And during her kleenex origami, he actually stopped mid-sentence-about-Corbin to say “She’s going to be a fun one!” Which sort of made me feel good about my little Lola.
Something made me think of it this morning, and I started over analyzing it. Because, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be me. First of all, GOING to be a fun one? She’s pretty fun right now! Yesterday, she made me laugh (and totally made me think of The Musings of a Jewish Stay at Home Father) when she hid under the chair I was sitting on and proclaimed “you can’t find me!” So, I bent down to look under my chair and she said, “I’m not right here! Go look for me somewhere else.” How existential! And it made me laugh and laugh. Especially when she said “Now you hide under here and I’ll try to find you.” Later she insisted that we teach her to juggle. So she could be like a lion. Huh? But again, pretty funny times. She IS a fun one already.
I know he didn’t mean that she’s not fun now. But when I take it at face value, I think “IS she GOING TO BE a fun one?” God I hope so. I know she’s going to be a challenging one. I actually worry about it a lot (because, again, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be me.) I hope that her penchant for being extremely social means that she’ll be friendly and kind to everyone (and not just a popular meangirl.) I hope that her stubborn streak means that she’ll dance confidently to her own drummer and not be easily peer pressured. I hope that someday she’ll be a successful grownup. And Brian and I will look back at those times she snuck out of the house to get into trouble and be able to say “Man, she was a fun one!” instead of “Holy crap, we will never get over the trauma.” But one thing’s for sure- she isn’t going to be boring.
*regarding that 4month visit: how nerve-wracking! Lola was so ahead on all of her milestones as a baby, and as the Dr asked me all those “does he do this” questions, I found myself saying “no, no, not yet, DH swears he did once.” etc. And then I brought him home and promptly initiated tummy time and spent an hour trying to get him to meet every milestone in one afternoon. I was not successful. He is fine. He is not really BEHIND, I’m just weirded out because Lola was so AHEAD. I’m not alone in this, right?