I recently read someone's blog where they described their one-year-old as "good natured", and I thought, I wonder if this is a typo and they are really talking about their dog.
"Good natured" to me implies some amount of easygoing patience, however miniscule. A good natured baby seems as though they would normally be found with a smile creasing their dimpled cheeks, a twinkle of cheer in their eye. Perhaps they would be stoic and mannered, in a British sort of way: Yes, in fact I DO have a feces-filled diaper, Mother dear, but never you mind. Please, won't you finish your coffee, lest it grow tepid?
In comparison, Riley has what you might call a stormy nature. His is the 'red in tooth and claw' type of nature, the blustery strange plainlands that produce destructive squalls out of balmy blue skies. He rages with hurricane winds and clouds one second, and the next he's all sunlight and calmly grazing Disney animals.
(Lately he's been doing this awful Scream, the sort of sound that you expect to hear spiraling up from the fiery depths of hell itself. It is the type of Scream you might imagine a human only being capable of in the most dire of life-threatening situations, and yet my son makes it when his diaper is being changed. Or when the wet sock that he was in the process of swallowing is pulled from his mouth.)
O thunderous, mercurial child! I feel as though we are parenting a bolt of lightning, or something equally impossible to contain or quiet.
But when he laughs, he laughs with his mouth wide open. He screams with joy when we swing him in our arms. His happiness is a force to be reckoned with, too.
I dig for reserves every single day with him. He is never patient, never stoic. With him, the landscape is always changing, the weather is in turmoil, you have to run to keep up. His nature is good, it is beautiful and great, even. But "good natured"? No. No, I don't think that's quite the right term.
How about you? Is your kid good natured?