Before my husband and I got married, naturally we discussed
having children. Not surprisingly, he (who grew up in a family of three
children) wanted three children, and I (who grew up in a family of two
children) was more comfortable with the idea of two children. Since he already
had one, it worked out perfectly that we simply added two more to the one he had,
and voila! Three of a kind.
Although it’s not apparent from this photo, taken when our
youngest was still in the “blob” stage, all three kids are happy, easygoing, and
laid back. They all have terrific senses of humor and they love to make each
other laugh. All three are social and affectionate, happily doling out hugs and
high fives to friends and strangers alike. They are all content to spend time
with others and also to have quieter times with only themselves for company.
And yet, they are each unique individuals. My son is all
boy, rough and tumble and physical, fascinated by bugs and farts and trucks,
preferring to play by building things or destroying them. My littlest daughter
prefers to dress up in a tutu and a crown and make up stories with her stuffed
animals, speaking in a different voice for each one and saving them from
various dire situations. And my stepdaughter is a thinker and a storyteller and
an athlete, equally comfortable tending bar and herding cattle and fixing HumVees.
I’ve even got a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.
That’s what I call a perfect 3 of a kind.
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