When our children arrive we invariably want to see them smile and wave, then crawl and walk. There is the thrill of vocabulary growing, the first day at school and the sports field camaraderie. There is the achievement of the child becoming the man; the paradoxical pain and comfort of feeling the first fend-offs of independence. As any parent of adult children will tell you, it passes in the blinking of an eye. So this time, I am trying not to hurry, not to wish forward the next stage.
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