Occasionally it strikes me what strange thing it is that I have a small person who lives in my house and depends upon me for everything.
Just a short time ago it was me, then it was my wife and me, now it's the three of us.
He's five, and every day is a weird little miracle. Growing body, growing mind, growing vocabulary, growing sense of humor, growing attitude, and a growing sense of self. The coolest thing of all is to sit back and watch him navigate his way through the world. Encounter new things, solve problems, develop his code of how to manage things. With some correction; and probably more of it from me than is needed, he's making his way in the world. Figuring out where everything is and how to relate to it.
Most days it's just part of the routine. But some days it's a really cool show to sit back and watch, and it reminds me that I should do more watching and listening and less interfering and instructing.
Today I am taking a minute to remember how lucky I am to have that footy-pajama wearing, back-talking, super loving, peanut butter eating miracle in my house.
