So I was at the kitchen sink, scrubbing a frying pan, when I looked out the window and caught the figure of a gray cat, looking up into a tree. Since both Boo and Bailey are gray and the cat was near the back of the yard and facing away from me, I wasn't immediately sure which cat this was -- Boo...
As I looked at the gray cat staring up into the tree, I assumed it was Boo, and immediately thought to myself, 'That sly hunter! He's stalking his pray in the tree, calculating his next move... What a smart cat!'As the cat turned toward me for a moment, I realized that it was actually Bailey and caught myself thinking, 'What a space cadet, staring up into nothingness like that! My god, what does go on in that airy little Bailey-brain?!'
I was immediately ashamed, of course, and I couldn't help but wonder whether I'd done this to my KIDS at any point. If I had, surely that would have scarred them for life and I'd be guilty of horrible parenting filled with all the taboos -- stereotyping, favoritism, assumptions, and all those other travesties that lead to negative self-esteem, insecurity and... oh my god, a life of crime?!
Have a screwed these guys up for life? I simply can't bear the responsibility! Must I now reflect upon all those times that I might have treated them unfairly and not even realized it, skewing expectations and stereotyping my own children?
Oh my god, what have I DONE?!
On second thought, they seem pretty balanced to me -- and they certainly have each carved their own path with confidence and aplomb. They sure don't hesitate to be exactly who they are, no matter what any of the others -- or Tom and me, for that matter -- think of it.
I guess they'll be OK.
But it looks like it will take some major snuggle sessions to repair the damage I probably did to poor Bailey.