I remember when P was a baby, as much as I enjoyed each stage of his development, there was always an anticipation of the next thing. When he crawled, I looked forward to when he would walk. When he was walking, I couldn’t wait for him to start talking. Now, I look back and wonder what in the world was my hurry?
Even on bad days when I have to suck back tears because P has said something so cutting that my feelings are bleeding or when I have to talk myself out of smacking the snot out of him, I still enjoy P. He’s really a neat kid. He’s got a funny sense of humor, and he has a sharp wit. But I do find myself wishing time away, hoping that these tweeny years will pass quickly so that we can get out of this horrible place and move on to the next thing.
Then I think about what the next thing is – teenagerdom – and I realize that I need to just stop, enjoy where we are and take these little baby steps through life that allow us to move at a natural pace.
