I’ve been on so much of a social tirade that I’ve probably come off like a short fuse or a loose cannon. For the moment, I’m hitting the pause button and focusing on something very near and dear to me – my son – the 2-foot-tall, 17 pound, curly-haired, love of my life.
If you had asked my 10 years ago if I could ever imagine the day that someone about 7% of my bodyweight running my life, I’d probably crack a “little people” joke and dismiss the notion. Maybe that’s why the wise people say what they say about assumptions and the people who make them.
So here we are and the prince is running things (I don’t think he realizes it) and I’m trying to be the present, involved, loving dad. I think I’ve given more kisses and hugs to this little person than I have to any one person in my lifetime. I get so much joy experiencing him learn things than I do with my own achievements. Things we typically take for granted are a big deal with him.
He recently discovered his hands and everything in reach either gets grabbed awkwardly or goes toward his mouth. I find myself watching him and quietly saying, “Grab it, grab it!” Our “conversations” are priceless. I have no clue what he’s trying to convey, but sometimes it’s fun to imagine.
I find myself rushing to his babysitter’s (which is his maternal grandmother) house after work, because I’ve been dying all day to see him. Being greeted with a smile from your son is such an indescribable feeling. No matter what kind of day I’ve had at work, that big, toothless, Kool-Aid smile (and the accompanying drool-filled “kiss”) makes me thankful God woke me up that morning. I don’t think I could ever imagine a life with no him. I fully concur with his mom: “He’s amazing!”
-MB
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