Too Fast
Today I passed by a guy about my age in the hall at work. He had a little guy in tow… probably a couple of years old. As he passed, he said to his son, “Daddy’s got to work for a few minutes, so you’ve gotta hang out for just a bit.” After they walked past, I turned for a moment to watch them walk together down the hall, hand in hand. Surprisingly, I was hit with emotion a little harder than I would have expected.
My son just turned seven this year. SEVEN. I really miss having little Harrison around. Just the other day I was remembering with my wife a little song he used to sing when he was about 1-1/2 years old. Of course, he doesn’t remember having sung it now. I’ll never hear it again the way I heard it over 5 years ago.
I’m always excited to see my children grow, and when they’re little there’s so much happening, and everything is so new that you don’t really feel any sense of loss when they begin to walk and talk. But now that my son has moved on from toddler, to little boy, to a typical rough-and-tumble boy…
I understand now what parents mean when they say they look at their grown children and can still see the little child.