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My Oldest.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Aug 31, 2022
  • 1 min read

My oldest is a genius.


Yet cant tie his shoes.


The boy is taller than me.


But might as well walk into walls.


But my eldest can hold conversations that blow me away.


Yet couldn't find his shoes if they were right next to his feet.


What makes me smile more than anything is that he asks, and wants, to be privy to knowledge, even when I am bewildered at it.


I have now bought him books I read in grad school.


Yes, my son is reading books I read in grad school.


And ASKED for me to buy them.


Because he wants to be ahead, in SEVENTH grade.


I will tell you,


That apple fell far from the tree.


I am waiting for the other shoe to drop.


Baited breath.


Xoxo,

C.



 
 
 

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