Last time in the lap?
WW
me in public most of the time, and doesn't want me to watch him
and cheer for him overtly. He's starting to get a little interested
in girls (but he's decided that talking to them is the right way
to start -- I'm really glad about that).
This morning he was sleepy, and let me carry him and sat in my lap
for what may well be the last time ever. Oh my. I held him and
stroked him. He smells so nice.
He's getting so big and so competent; sometimes it's a little hard
to see, though. He'll still let us say we love him, and he'll hug
us and tell us he loves us when we're at home. It's awesome being
a parent when they get older, too
Wendy
Carol Barclay
>This morning he was sleepy, and let me carry him and sat in my lap
>for what may well be the last time ever. Oh my. I held him and
>stroked him. He smells so nice.
>He's getting so big and so competent; sometimes it's a little hard
>to see, though. He'll still let us say we love him, and he'll hug
>us and tell us he loves us when we're at home. It's awesome being
>a parent when they get older, too
>Wendy
Yes, this made tears come to my eyes (but lots of things do lately). My
daughter, at 17, is just starting to let me hug her _again_. Last time
previously was around 11, at her graduation from 6th grade. This time it
was goodbye at the airport, putting her on a plane for a summer in
France. (oh, my, indeed...) next year off to college...
Just lately, she has started coming into my bed at night, just visiting,
watching television with me, or reading me poems she's written. This is
after four solid years where just being in the same room with me gave her
shudders of horror. There is a kind of circular completeness to this
stage of parenthood....and poignancy of love lost and lasting.
--
Carol Barclay car...@panix.com