Oh, young one…

The tan glider rocks gently in the corner, being pushed easily with barely any effort on my part. My brain tells my body to sway, tells my foot to twist and pop! my ankle exclaims, with such ease.  But my little Prince is only beginning to learn.

The tiny synapses and wiring throughout his soft, delicate body are coming together, although nowhere near complete. I watch him, stern faced and sometimes grimacing, staring at his chubby hand, silently commanding it to go! and grab. Oftentimes it flails up and down, the back of his hand hitting whatever object he had wanted; other times it will connect, jaggedly but somewhat as intended.  Soon the motion will be as fluid and natural as birds taking flight, and the only recollection he’ll have of these early, beautiful moments are the memories I’ll share with him.


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