The first time I held Full Speed, I had an out-of-body moment. A sense of calm filled me and a quiet understanding of love filled my heart. This fleeting moment of peace buoyed me through those first weeks of motherhood.
As family and friends paraded through our home excited to meet our firstborn, one theme remained constant, his eery physical similarity to Mad Dog. In fact, my mother would sometimes feel uncomfortable holding him because she had an unsettling feeling that she was actually holding Mad Dog. While she loved Mad Dog dearly as a son-in-law, she preferred an occasional polite hug to extended snuggling. Frankly, I was so tired I probably wouldn’t have noticed either way.
With Full Speed’s paternity clearly locked down, as the years passed, I wondered if he would ever resemble me in any capacity. Other than showing a penchant for writing, he almost is 100% Mad Dog. The upside of this is, whenever Mad Dog travels, I have an outstanding stand-in to keep me company. Lately as a bonus, he is even throwing in the exact behavior patterns of Mad Dog’s that sometimes drive me a little crazy. For instance, he cannot find things that are in plain sight, runs into counters and cabinets oftentimes knocking himself soundly in the head and he insists I did not tell him something when I absolutely did(!).
Thanks to you Full Speed, I will never be (c)lonely.