I was just thinking about this kid this morning, as I lay in Oliver’s bed to wake him up (he likes to snuggle awake, which I will take as long as possible). I adore Griffin as an almost 15 year old, and I continue to be amazed at the person he is becoming. He is remarkable in all ways, and I love growing with him. I have no desire for him to be little again.
Except.
I do desire to be the mom I am now to the kid he was then. I know so much more than I did then about myself, about children, about life. I want to scoop that little boy up and let his little head fit perfectly into the space between my neck and my shoulder and whisper to him: I love you. I love you. I love you.
Thanks for sharing, Andrew. You are right – he is a remarkable human being, and more interesting and funny as he reaches 26. I like the notion of you noticing how you’ve grown right along with Griffin. It’s a tribute to you as his Dad.
Love,
Jeff
Okay – 15, not 26 or even 16.
How very lovely. And we love them at all ages as they change and grow and become – and they never stop becoming. No one ever can really tell us how this love works, but it does – amazingly wonderful. I now have two great grandsons – my beloved grandson Quinn and his wife Sophis have a 7 day old and a 21 moth old – and yes their hands are full. I love my grandchildren differnetly than my children, in ways I never knew existed. You are in for wonderful, wonderful ride with GRiffiin and Maggie and Oliver – just wonderful!