There's this little boy.
He pushes limits and buttons beyond breaking points... then a little further.
He drives me nuts on most days that end in "y".
But he's mine.
I relate to his crazy obsessive drive to do things on his own and to learn from his own attempts, regardless of if it ends as planned or not. I guess it wasn't that long ago that I was a crazy kids myself - full of energy, curiosity and wonder about the world around me.
It's amazing being a parent and watching this energy and curiosity find an escape; to watch the little gears in his head turn and to see the results come out of those little fingers (usually to my chagrin).
But I also realize that it's in these early years that he's developing and setting the stage for who he will become. As much as he pushes my patience to newer and further extremes daily, I'm proud of who he's turning into. I wouldn't change a minute of it, and regardless of good or bad, I'll claim him every time.
He may be a Monster, but he's mine.