I can think of so many things from when the kids were small that I am so thankful for. It's not like I was wishing away their young years so I could have adult children. We (people who love small children) experience so many little things that we need to pay attention to because they (the special moments) are here for such a fleeting moment:
Ryan getting off the bus a very upset first-grader. Problem: the big kids on the bus were making fun of a kid named Jimmy, and that wasn't right. He was downright angry. Ryan getting off the bus the following day, smiling broadly as he announced he figured out what to do about Jimmy. He'd decided to sit with him so Jimmy wouldn't be alone when those sixth graders picked on him. Ryan's dad asking him if he'd been concerned that the big kids might make fun of him, too. "No, I didn't think about that." No one made fun of Jimmy. There's a brave kid with a big heart.
|First grader Ryan|
|Ashley in something sensible Mom no doubt picked out|
|Kerri - don't you just want to hug her?|
The moments I treasure these days are very different, but ones I had hoped for many times.
- Hearing Ryan tell me something about his son - well, there's an experience Webster forgot to find any words for.
- Having Ashley call me from the West Coast just because - there's a girl who could help Webster create a whole new volume. Volumes.
- Getting off the phone with Kerri for the eleventh (or twenty-third) time that day. So many words, all treasured, many perhaps not necessary but I don't want to let even one slip away. We'll use up all Webster's words and start making our own.