So, the running joke in our family is how Kaleb is Kendell's mini-me. They have such similar temperaments, habits, and oddities. They eat the same (scarf! and it's gone!), they sleep the same (two very hot sleeping engines, which is a problem when I get stuck between them!), they snore the same (two rumbling lawn mowers). Even Kaleb's body structure is like Kendell's, only in size extra, extra small.
Sometimes it feels like the only thing I contributed to Kaleb's DNA is my eye color. Even though I can confess it sometimes comes in handy, having a mini-Kendell around, if only to hold him up as a mirror (meaning: when Kendell is particularly annoyed at something Kaleb is doing, I am wont to say "you know how you feel right now? That's how *I* feel when you do the exact same thing), I do sometimes wish he had a little bit of me in him.
Tonight disproved my Kendell-only DNA theory.
Kaleb had been sleeping for a couple of hours when I discovered him sleepwalking. Sleepwalking and talking a little bit. Sleepwalking, and talking a little bit, and trying to find the bathroom. Obviously trying to find the bathroom as his jammies were by his ankles.
OK, so, not really sleepwalking. More like sleep peepeedancing.
And while I have never been known for walking around nakey, even in a sleep walking jaunt, I have been known to sleepwalk in my day. And talk incoherently in my sleep. Over my giggles, as I helped him find the bathroom, I realized: maybe I did contribute more to my youngest's existence than brown eyes and my uterus for nine months.
It's good to be reminded he's my son, too.