It was an entertaining read and I could totally relate.
I am right-handed and so is my husband. Our first-born, Brendan, was clearly right-handed. To be honest, I never really thought about it at all. Which hand my kids used to knock over their cup of milk at breakfast was the last thing I was noticing.
All I knew was that I was using my right hand to clean it up. Pretty much every meal.
Then came along kids #2, 3, 4 and 5. All right handed. All spillers of epic amounts over the years. That’s normal though, I didn’t mind and they all grew out of it…mostly.
Then came Aidan. He is #6. A quiet, blond little guy that played so quietly, he often slipped right under my radar.
Don’t misunderstand, Aidan was delightful and an easy baby. But I was up to my eyeballs homeschooling his older siblings and trying to wrap my brain around Keegan, #4. He was four when Aidan was born and the activity level of the house was hitting previously unknown levels of chaos.
So, I confess to not realizing (or even noticing) that I was unintentionally putting crayons, forks, spoons…everything into Aidan’s right hand and then moving on to the other 23,847 tasks at hand. I have no recollection if he ever switched hands after I moved on, but I’m guessing that probably happened.
Again, we were now a family of eight, soon to be nine. We had homeschooling, Keegan, hockey games, piano lessons, Keegan, dressage, more hockey, Keegan…you get the picture.
“Aidan, honey, THIS is how you hold your crayon, remember?”
It still didn’t enter my mind. Clueless.
Then came his interest in baseball. One day my husband says, “Hey, I think we’ve got a lefty pitcher!” He joked about the value of having a left-handed pitcher. I laughed along, still not connecting that Aidan was a left-handed CHILD, not just a baseball player.
“Aidan, put your fork in your other hand, remember?”
Aidan wouldn’t fuss about it. He just looked around at all of us and saw us using our right hands. He had no idea…I guess that was up to me to notice?
Eventually, as he was starting to do organized schoolwork with his brothers and sisters, I noticed that his writing REALLY wasn’t very neat. I made a mental note to spend a bit more time with him on this skill. Then I noticed he was writing with his right hand but it was rotated around like a left-handed person does. The light bulb moment finally happened.
He was a lefty. But I accidentally made him a righty.
In all fairness, his math ability was off the charts, so I just figured I had a messy little math nerd on my hands. Well, at least I had the math part figured out right.
Aidan is going to be junior in high school and is one of the top students in his class. He just started his first real job. He is still a messy writer and he is a math whiz. He writes horribly with his right hand but gets A’s in English. He has good friends and he is a good friend and he adores his siblings.
So all-in-all, I think he’s gonna be just fine…as a right-handed, lefty pitcher.