Seasonal Kids

As the sunrise threatens behind the trees, and the frost sparkles with a last hurrah, my thoughts are dwelling on my kids.
Claire is a winter child. Nothing to do with when she was born. She is frosty. But warms up as the light touches her. She is clear and crisp and what some people would call a left brainer. And what a brain she has! All thirteen years of experience crammed into a hormonally-powered framework. (Now that she's going live in cyberspace, would that make her an e-clair?)
Bob, the little one, ten, is a summer child. All growth and heat and raucous winds and thunderstorms and sunshine. Clear start to the day, sudden outburst after lunch, quickly gone, peace again. Temperamental, some would have it. But oh, so warm.
William, the eldest is a spring child. Subtle warm breeziness about him. A subtle fragrance when he walks into the room. As other fifteen year-old girls have noticed. He's had more bees visiting his flowering character than I had at 25! Everyone likes spring.
When winter and summer collide without the benefit of spring between them, as so often happens in our little terrarium, there are violent storms. Low pressure and high pressure systems rear up and butt heads with thunderclaps. And there are no winners. Ever. Just another day in parenting paradise!
-Jonah