Thursday, December 23, 2004
1. Who is your best friend?
2. Who is your greatest hero?
My mom. (No, I didn’t pay him to say this)
3. What embarrasses you the most?
4. What is your favorite music?
I don’t have any favorite, I like all music.
5. What person outside the family has most influenced your child’s life?
6. What is your favorite school subject and least favorite?
Favorite: Math Least Favorite: Writing
7. What accomplishment are you most proud of?
8. What is you biggest complaint about our family?
We don’t get along enough..
9. If I could buy you anything in the world what would you choose?
The entire “Neopets”:http://neopets.com site.
10. What really makes you angry?
Sebastian. Just Sebastian.
11. What does you want to be when you grow up?
A cop. Preferably a highway patrolman.
12. What has been the biggest disappointment in your life this year?
The kids in my class seeing me at summer school. They all thought I was one of the smartest kids so they couldn’t understand why I had to be there.
13. What gift do you cherish most?
My parents. I don’t care much about my siblings.
14. What non-school book have you most recently read?
“Because of Winn-Dixie”:http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0763616052/qid=1103512764/sr=8-1/ref=pd_csp_1/002-6972516-2722436?v=glance&s=books&n=507846
15. What is your favorite food?
Pepperoni with bacon pizza.
16. What nicknames are you called at school?
Devi and Debbie. I hate it when NK calls me Debbie.
17. What is your most prized possession?
My pillow, it’s nice and comfy.
18. What is your most cherished memory?
The time Ben told me a story about when we first met, it was funny. One time Ben just saw me just sitting on the bench and then he wanted me to move over and he thought I didn’t smell good so he said, “Move over, anchovy!” And then I got up but he pushed me over anyhow and said, “Move over, Anchovy” again and I kept laughing because it was so funny. Then, Ben thought I smelled even worse so he pushed me off again, but this time he said, “Move over barf bag!” After that we became very good friends.
Once again, the fact that my children chose relationships as their cherished gifts over _things_ really leaves me feeling like I must be somewhat on the right track with them. I’m glad that Devon loves his parents, and deep down, I know he must love his sister and brother, too, else he wouldn’t take such great care of them.
See, that’s the thing about Devon, he’s very empathetic. He’ll almost always stop and think how his decisions will effect others, and when and if he doesn’t, when it is pointed out to him, he will definitely take note and respond accordingly. He’s a people pleaser, which worries me at times, because “people pleasers” tend to wind up as doormats a huge percentage of the time. I want him to be strong and independent, but I love how careful and gentle he is with everyone around him.
Devon is not a fighter. Oh, sure, he’ll pummel the living crap out of his brother when Sebastian has pushed too far, but he generally hates conflict, particularly within his family. He gets very stressed if he sees TDO and I fighting, or if he has to try to point out a gray area in his brother’s mostly black and white world. Even on the playground he is the champion of the underdog, doing his best to ensure that everyone is included and that no one gets bullied.
For some woman, some day, somewhere down the line, I foresee him being the knight in shining armor, the one who rescues his damsel whether she’s in distress or not, heaven help her. He is happiest when others around him are happiest. While I’ve tried to teach him that it is not only OK, but necessary for him to seek his own happiness, he still finds greater joy in other people’s joy.
In spite of being heavily addicted to technology and computer gaming, I still always envision him as my sturdy little Taurus, firmly planted in a wide open field with his bright blue eyes tilted toward the shining sun. He is bird’s nests and butterfly kisses and soft summer rain. He’s the one who’s first to jump to help me - well, up until recently when his passive aggressive side has begun to show and he’ll outright ignore me or do such a poor job that I won’t ask him to help out again.
While he doesn’t have the sharp wit that his brother does, he has a firm cleverness that fills me with pride. He knows the little tricks and games I often have to play to get Sebastian to cooperate with the rest of the family, and he knows how to help me in a silent, stealthy manner. He knows how to soothe Jenica and he is really great with kids. He will make a spectacular father someday, I just know it. He’s deeply protective of his friends and while he’s at an especially “goofy” stage in life, he is, at his very core, a fun loving, happy-go-lucky guy most of the time.
Devon’s eyes sparkle with the magic of youth and vibrant energy. The world through his eyes is simple, pure, and filled with every day wonders that most people don’t see anymore. From the very young age when he used to sing, “Oh, oh mine sweetie, oh mine mommy,” to me, to soothe my fears and tears, to this day when he will wrap his ever growing arm around me and tells me, “You’re the best mom in the whole world,” he is the embodiment of unconditional love. He sees us all for who we are and he loves us _because_ of it, not in spite of it.
I love you, Devon.
Desiree at 12/23/04 10:41 PM
Some very awesome ansers here, this shows he is indeed doing well, you are doing some parenting of decent values. *high five* to you, Liberty!