old (2010), Uncategorized

time, passing

There’s something about the age of eight, when children turn from “little” to “big” in subtle ways. The changes are somewhat remarkable, albeit mundane for non-parents. Examples:

  • On Saturday, I had a detailed and philosophical conversation with B. about the differences between henchmen, minions, and sidekicks in the realm of superheroes. 
  • Later that afternoon, we played Monopoly together, and he was the banker — and had no problems with it. 
  • And when he got a paper cut from Monopoly money, he didn’t even need me to get him a bandage…he did it all himself, from opening the cabinet to finding the right size to putting it on his finger.

Being the mother of a such a remarkable child — and an older one, who’s just as amazing with what he’s been doing — is one of the biggest gifts I could have imagined. My biggest challenge today is learning to make do with the two children I have… because it’s moments like the ones above that leave me yearning — no, lusting — for another baby.

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