In Which I Love Awkwardness

I love my kids in their awkwardness.


I love when Kid dresses herself badly for a first impression. I love when she climbs better than the boy trying to impress her. I love when she says things that are deeper than her age, and then she gets embarrassed because she knows I'm going to Facebook it.

And I love when Rex fights sleep. throws her covers aside, bares her slightly tubby belly, sticks her fingers in her plug space, and hums.

I'm sure, more than anything, that one day Kid will wake up poised and perfected, against her nature, just as the aunt that she takes after. Awesome in her awkwardness. And Rex will be my rockstar child, who starts trends while trying to repel, inspires love while trying to hide.

But right now, I love this in between time. This moment that tells of them more than any other.