When you're having a baby you wonder what he'll look like or be like, and there are certain things that you just assume, or that you don't even assume because it never crosses your mind. You just expect that he'll be like you and his father.
But then sometimes you start to notice certain things & it makes you start to wonder. At first you think it's a fluke, then maybe it's just a phase. But you begin to think that maybe he's not like you.
John and I sometimes watch Cooper and share a look. One of us says, "Do you think he's... I mean, is it to young to tell if he's..."
It's not that there's anything wrong with it, it's just that it's different. People that are different can have a difficult time in the world. There's an assumption that everyone is one way and a lot of things are geared toward those people.
There was a time when he'd be forced to try to be like most people; maybe even be punished for being different. Thankfully, things aren't like that anymore. And there is some family history - a few people on John's side of the family and a few on my side, so it's not outside the realm of possibility and at least he'd know people like himself.
We may have to make a few accommodations. Maybe it'll be a little awkward sometimes when we're out at dinner - some elbow jabs here and there. But probably we won't even notice it; it'll be so much a part of him, just like everything else, that we won't even think about it.
He's young; maybe he's just experimenting. Nothing's set in stone, but the more time that goes by and the more things I notice him doing, the more I realize that it's time to recognize that it's a very real possibility that this will not pass & that this is who my son is. So I'm trying to learn about people like him, and find out what I can do to make his life a little easier, a little less complicated, just so I'm ready.
So here I am, saying it to the world - I think my son might be left-handed.