The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]

I appreciate for some, the thought of that is unbelievable, but for me it’s true.

As I’ve written many times, watching Otis grow has been an incredible experience.

Amazed at his development. Terrified at its speed.

All the cliches of ‘how fast the time passes’ is true … in the blink of an eye, they go from gurgles to opinions.

While there’s a ton of examples I could talk about, getting his first ever text message literally stopped me in my tracks.

It was momentous when we had our first proper conversation … but when it happened via SMS, it was another thing altogether. Especially as Otis lives with dysgraphia, which makes things a bit more complicated for him.

But that’s also the brilliance of tech … because what could have genuinely limited his ability to express himself has been replaced by new ways to let his voice be heard and felt.

And sometimes, that voice can reveal exactly how you are seen in their eyes.

You see – as I wrote in Monday’s post – Otis returned from a trip to his grannies in Australia recently and he sent me this …

As lovely as it is that the moment he landed, he wanted to reach out to his Dad … I can’t help but feel my ONLY SON’s decision to remind me what his name was, meant he either thought he was away for far longer than the 8 days he was actually away or he thinks I’m so old, alzheimers has set in.

And my money is on the latter.

Savage.

And yet I love him with all I’ve got.

That’s the sort of power and control cult leaders wish they could muster.