As promised, I am now going to introduce my younger son, Christopher.
It took us awhile before we finally decided to have a second child. Given the situation with my older son, we were afraid. We didn’t want to go through it again. However, our desire for another child was great, so we had one. (OK. OK. I know my wife did 99.99% of the work.)
Christopher, named after his great uncle, was, like all children, a blessing. Every stereotype we have ever heard about second children is exemplified in him.
He started school this year and is enjoying kindergarten. He comes home every day, talking about what letters he learned, how high he can count. When he comes home, he has but one objective…to keep up with his big brother and do every thing he does. The difference in their ages is five years. Because of this, it seems as if Christopher skipped many of the things young children his age do, matching his interests to his brother’s interests.
Christopher is athletically inclined; however, we didn’t realize this for a while. He loves hockey, football, baseball, you name it. He played t-ball last spring, his first organized sport. He was the third youngest kid (out of 12) on his team and played in the outfield. He won defensive player of the game several times for his ability to get a baseball from the outfield to the pitcher’s mound. My wife and I didn’t realize this was unusual until his coach told us. With the fall upon us, he is now participating in a soccer class at the local rec center.
His favorite team in any sport is the Atlanta Braves. His hero is Brian McCann. We actually took him to a Brian McCann autograph signing one. He got really shy and couldn’t meet him.
His biggest hero is his older brother.
In short, Christopher is a normal boy…and I’m very proud of him, too.
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