“I will climb my way to a high high branch, the highest one. I will build an amazing tree fort. …and then I’m going to fly…”
… out of Michael’s mouth last night. You may recall a post I did last year on this tree. It is not only a tree. It’s the house of amazing forts. A ninja dungeon. A secret world. A Jedi cave. At least in Mikey’s mind it is.
When do we lose it? The wonder. The imagination. The curiosity. The belief that anything is possible.
When is blowing bubbles in your chocolate milk no longer funny? When do we stop saying words adorably incorrectly like “hurted” and “losted” ? When is seeing worms and bugs on the ground and rain and lightning in the sky no longer the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen?
I know he has to grow, but I don’t want it to be too fast. He’s getting taller. He says smart and clever things. His cheeks are losing their chubby’ness. We are watching him grow into a young boy and it’s exciting and sad all at the same time. There are many days I want to push pause and let time stand still for a little while. I want his lisp to stay, his hands to always have tanned dimples by his knuckles, and his baby teeth to stop falling out of his mouth…
I do know he’s going to jump and leap and soar to do incredible things one day…
..but for now we’re savouring every last ounce of this little boy’s childhood. Weeping tree forts and all…
