September 1st, 2006
I look at this a bit longer and I realize that this is beautiful in so many ways. A child is so different. They explore and play and they think nothing of dropping their sandwich into their water glass. As an adult it just shows how far I have come. It also affords me the chance to remember that I once too was like this.
It is also beautiful because it is part of the texture of parenting. Parenting is nothing like a glossy photo of parent and child. It is rich with all kinds of textures, feelings, dirty diapers, crying, laughing, quiet moments and tantrums. It is rich with toys all over the house and bread in water glasses. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.