Lately I have been struck by how much older Matthew (our 8-yr old son) looks. Despite a real difference of only 15 months, he seems much older than his brother Logan. I watch Matthew when he goes to the rock climbing gym, or as he plays soccer, or as he plays videogames... and I am struck by how he carries himself.
There is less and less of the awkwardness that often accompanies the post-toddler years. He moves like a cat, and looks like a miniature teenager. (Now there's a frightening thought-- Dear God, he's only 8!) I watch him with a mixture of pride, and wistfulness. Wistfulness for youth in its own right, and for the speed with which time is passing, carrying my precious son towards manhood....
There is less and less of the awkwardness that often accompanies the post-toddler years. He moves like a cat, and looks like a miniature teenager. (Now there's a frightening thought-- Dear God, he's only 8!) I watch him with a mixture of pride, and wistfulness. Wistfulness for youth in its own right, and for the speed with which time is passing, carrying my precious son towards manhood....
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