Yet again, another post about the middle child. Why is it that the middle child is so amusing? I’m learning this more and more everyday that I’m his mom.
Ever since Cole could grab objects in his little hands he has ‘claimed’ them as his own. We used to find cars and other small toys in the oddest of places; inside the surround sound speakers, in his shoes, in his bed, and of course I’ve washed several ‘items’ in the washing machine that were hidden in a pocket. As early as two, Cole requested to wear clothing that had the most pockets. Cargo shorts, shirts with pockets on the chest, and coats with little pockets hidden on the inside were the best! I always told myself that being a younger child, he felt the need to claim certain items since he had to share almost everything with his older brother.
As Cole has grown and ‘matured’ into a dashing 5 yr old, his insistence on finding and keeping things has only grown with him. We have a small, kid-size Texas Rangers back pack. I think I bought it at Wal-Mart when Will was maybe two. It has been passed down, of course like everything, to Cole. This is HIS bag and everything in it is also HIS.
Cole has this bag packed and is prepared for the unthinkable. A nuclear war, flood, deep freeze, whatever the event, he is more prepared than any of us. In this bag contains items I can’t even count, describe or understand, but it makes complete sense to him. Other items make total sense. A notebook pad and pen and markers, zip lock bags of goldfish, cookies and animal crackers. Fruit snacks are included, along with a battery-operated lantern with a radio. He even fixes himself a drink of some sort in his sippy cup or a water bottle. He won’t go thirsty. Socks are inside, rubberbands, rocks, coloring books, story books and other items I can’t even remember. He rechecks the items in this bag every time we’re preparing to leave for a baseball game, football game, road trip or anything that takes him away from the house where he may need to entertain himself.
I was sitting at a football game a couple of weeks ago and heard the people sitting behind me start to chuckle as they observed Cole with his back pack. He pulled out a Raider noise maker and used it. He pulled out a bag of food and helped himself. Then got out his little lantern/radio and listened to some music for awhile. I looked at them and mouthed ‘I have no idea what’s in there.’
Recently I have found that his school back pack has not escaped the collections of Cole. I searched through it and found rocks, paper, tardy slips (not his) a horse bridle (no joke), some sort of helmet chin strap and other interesting items.
Earlier this week he had left his bag in my car and the next day on the way home from school, I glanced in the back seat. He had found one of his snacks and was happlily bobbing his head to the song on the radio and munching on his goodies. If there’s ever a world crisis, I hope I’m near Cole for the sole reason of being around his happy, confident, prepared little self. I would definitely feel safe with him.
…another amazing post, Little Girl. Yes, little CoCo is quite unique!