My 9-year-old son has always been a firework, from the very second of his surprise existence. If my pregnancy test could have displayed two zigzags instead of straight lines, it would have.He has never followed the path well-trodden.
Instead, he has swung from the trees shadowing its path, spinning and tumbling over it like a Ferris wheel free from its hinges.
His brain is always busy. It darts and daydreams and never tells him to sit, breathe, and just be.“I was the same as him when I was a kid,” my husband would say. “He’s just a little boy.” He often spoke of marked similarities between them, and we thought our son had simply inherited a huge slice of his father’s personality.
That this was just “them.” So we attributed his behaviors to that – a child who was beautifully energetic. If he wasn’t spinning or cartwheeling, he was singing or asking questions or making funny little noises.