Rodin's famous "The Thinker" statue
Oliver poses as "The Thinker" in utero around 20 weeks
The truth is, Oliver gets this trait from me. I am ALWAYS thinking. My mind never stops. You might be talking to me, and I am listening, engaged and participating in our conversation...but in some other compartment of my mind I am also still thinking. It could be related to our conversation, or not. It could be a deep and profound thought or a completely shallow and useless thought. I also like to know what other people are thinking. Are they thinking about politics? The weather? What they should wear the next day? That they wish I'd shut up? But you can't just ask people that....unless you're like, bff's.
Sometimes I figure because I always have some thought process going on, everybody else must as well. Apparently this is not the case. I often ask my husband, "What are you thinking about?" and he replies, "Nothing." For a long time I thought he just didn't want to tell me, that he was embarassed or hiding something. I would keep asking and be annoyingly persistent, but the answer was always "Nothing." I now know that sometimes his mind is just turned off. Resting. This is a concept I cannot comprehend.
So...when I see Oliver sitting quietly, appearing to be deep in thought, I feel like there is something so special about him. It's not that he doesn't do the same things that other babies do, it's the intensity and manner with which he does them. Toys generally don't amuse him, nor even interest him for more than a moment. He prefers bigger, more "real" things. It's as if he's aware that there's more to this world, his environment, the people around him, and even himself than what is right there in front of him. On the outside Oliver resembles his father, but on the inside, he's my spitting image.
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