07 April 2009

Eight Years Old

There is something amazing about a boy who is just turning 8. All skinny, action, laughing and playfulness. And he is old enough to be thinking too. Thinking a lot. But the most wonderful thing is that he loves his father so much. Despite protestations to this and continuing arguing and fighting, he cannot hide it. And he dreams of doing more and more things with dad. Maybe ride bikes, or make a tree house or just wrestle a bit. I'm quite certain his dreams are full of things like this, and so are dad's. And when every day is filled with teachers and sisters, and afterschool activities, it becomes too rare that a boy and his father can just play or work together. But when it happens, it is so joyful. And it is all made sweeter by the knowledge that it will not last.

See this related poem at Tidings of Magpies.

No comments: