"The distinction between children and adults, while probably useful for some purposes, is at bottom a specious one, I feel. There are only individual egos, crazy for love."
-- Don Barthelme (1931-89), American author
My son is so much fun. (I haven’t written a gushy post in a while. Forgive a mom’s need to gush.) He is at the age where his personality is really starting to show. Chance is turning out to be quite a character. It’s the little things that get to me (and I suppose, at this age, all their personality is about the little things anyways). He sucks in his cheeks when he’s really enjoying something he’s eating and he waggles his fingers. He looks inordinately pleased when I hand him something that he actually wanted, like the cat’s toy (as compared to the bait and switch toys I’m usually feeding him). Of all the songs I sing to him his favorite is “A Bicycle Built for Two”. He’ll throw his arms around mine or Keen Dad’s neck and butt foreheads, or do the open mouth slobber-sprawl “kiss” across our faces. He seems to really love people, even when he’s being shy. And he already seems to be developing a sense of humor (OK, maybe I’m reaching for that one a bit – who can really tell yet?); he loves games and quickly recognizes when we’re playing or even just smiles when we do something he finds amusing (which is often).
This is my favorite part of being a parent – watching him be himself. Watching him learn is wonderful too, each new discovery and milestone. But it is in the moments when he is just his silly, little character self that I feel my heart do that swollen, happy, heartbreak thing.
So here is 20 seconds of my son, Chance. Download MOV00664.MPG
- just another mom crazy for love