I suppose it is the expected way to enter the new year to be pensive and reflective. I have been that way today. I’ve spent quite a bit of time around other young children over the last several days, and the whole “Nature vs Nurture” argument has been occupying my thoughts. With an adopted son, you can never be sure how much of what you see developing in your child is the product of their environment or if the biological parents are responsible for what you see your child doing. I could let that bother me, but I choose a different perspective. It is like a fantastic surprise and I think maybe it causes an adoptive parent to possibly less of one of those parents who says, “My child is going to be a _____________(insert prestigious profession title here)” I don’t care what Logan chooses to do, I just want to help him get to where he wants to be.
Back to the whole nature vs nurture thing, I think nurture has an awful lot to do with it. We have family members who are also adoptive parents, and it is striking to see the interests of their son develop in a way that closely resembles the interests of the parents. Logan is showing the same kinds of signs.
I am a tool fanatic. My mantra is you must have the right tool for the job. Logan has developed an eye for tools as well. I’m a geek, with somewhat of a knack for figuring out how things work. Logan LOVES to play with my IPhone, is learning to use a computer, and blows my mind with his knack for figuring out how things work. The other day, he removed the vacuum cleaner’s canister (bagless kind) and removed the HEPA filter…….and then reassembled it, correctly, WITHOUT HELP!
He does show an almost savant kind of understanding of some machines. I had him sitting on my lap while the car was idling a few weeks ago. He managed to turn on the headlights, wipers, turn signals, changed radio stations, and changed the climate control, now that might not sound like much, but the car has a touch screen control for the radio and climate control, so he had to navigate the Sync system! I have nightmares that he will hack the TV so it only displays Barney videos, and I end up wearing a coat with long sleeves that tie in back from hearing, “I love you, you love me.” a million times.