Heads Up
Saturday morning, the wife and I spent a good while entertaining our wide awake child. It was a blast, made all the more fun by the fact that participation in these playtime sessions is becoming less and less one sided. What was once a steady trickle of progression, has now become a flood.
It seemed like yesterday when our little boy had no control of that heavy thing above his neck. Now I sway him left and right, amazed that his little noggin stays upright and steady. Attentive eyes track my movement. A craned neck makes its appearance when I stray from sight.
He’s also begun to verbally express himself. It’s yet to approach speech. That’s quite ok with me. The pleasant sounds of cooing are much better than the tearless alternative. They could form their own nature soundtrack – an album that only a parent could truly love.
The biggest present I received this week came in the form of a smile. An occasional smile had passed his lips before but this one was different. This one came in direct response to my goofiness. It was repeatable. On Sunday, a great one greeted me at the side of his crib after a short nap. It warms the heart. It feeds the soul. One smile can strike the sleepless nights from memory. One smile makes it all worth it – so totally worth it.
His metamorphisis into a child has begun and, I must say, it is happening much too quickly for my tastes. He changes in a day. The change seen from the eyes of his weekly or monthly visitors must be staggering. I have no doubt that I’m watching him grow up to be something special. He already is.
