I realised that this week, I’d written a lot of rather sad posts.
Not all, but there’s definitely been a meloncholy feel running through them all.
So I thought I’d end the week on something positive.
My son.
I’ve written how much I love being Otis’ dad.
I can’t put into words how much of an honour it is to take care of him.
Watching him learn in front of my eyes is amazing.
Seeing him try things he’s just seen Jill or me do, is remarkable.
A few weeks ago, he started to clap.
Seeing his little hands bang together, while still remaining stiff, is something I’ll treasure forever.
But knowing it is all passing by at seemingly, the speed of light, is something I hate.
I want it to stop or at least slow down … and yet, at every turn, he seems to discover or learn something new and that is something I want to see so I’m sort of damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
A few days after his 7 month birthday, he started to crawl.
I know, I sound like a besotted Dad – and I am – but think about it, when was the last time you literally saw someone do something for the first time.
Try their first food?
Recognise their reflection?
Be able to move by their own actions?
It seems such a small thing and yet it is something huge.
To be where it all began is an amazing thing, made better by the fact you actually know it is significant whereas with most other things we go through in life, we only discover their importance after the event.
Which is why I want to share this moment of Otis’ development with you.
Not because I expect you to share the same emotional warmth about it that I do, but because regardless how sad, grumpy, angry or conflicted you may be feeling today … seeing a child literally experience something for the first time is something very beautiful indeed.
Have a great weekend.
