My little super man is so little. Everything is so new to him. When I try to fathom what it must be like to suddenly gain awareness of one's self, emotions, and negative feelings, I just dont know how he does it.
I get really frustrated with him sometimes. He wants behind the computer. He wants in the trash. He wants my pee-splattered, MRSA infected work shoes. He comes flying into the kitchen when he hears the fridge open. He finds the Q-tips under the counter. He wants the mouse. He wants my Pepsi.
Getting my point here?
I then think about how freaking appalling it must be to him to be told "no no" or get something taken away. "What do you mean NO?" I often hear in his little protests. "I found that shiny gum wrapper and it's the coolest thing ever and WhyTF is Dad taking it away?"
He bumps his head on the couch. That doesnt hurt. He falls over on the carpet. That doesnt hurt. So why on earth would he be cautious around our tables? Why is that piece of avacado on the floor a bad thing?
(Just a little crumb-y, lady, geez)
I never realized how hard it would be to see your little baby get bumps (the bruises and the hurt feelings).
It's hard to balance his spirit with the realities of the world. Yeah. Crawling is awesome, but sometimes the ground is scattered with little painful rocks and sometimes it's cold.
Sometimes we want things that we cant have and to be honest, sometimes I would like to react like Jack does. Arent we all wanting what we cant have?
I love to let him be little. I like his temper and his spirit. And yes, I will in a few years too.
And he is learning some of life's basic shitty-ness.
and I while I might not always be patient, I will always be understanding because
and he is imperfect like me.
