my new Sunbeam
This afternoon I was reading a cousin's blog that started with this sentence: "I cannot believe my baby is a Sunbeam". And it hit me that mine is now, too. And it seemed sort of shameful that this occasion, which was so momentous with child #1, passed without a thought or a photograph for child #2.
Perhaps it's partially because he is three weeks from turning four, has written the alphabet since summer, and is well on his way to knowing all of the phonograms A has been learning in Kindergarten. Davyn hasn't seemed Nursery for a long time.
Still...guilt seeped into my mom heart. Skipping a milestone can't be good. And, as Aidan came in for the thirty-third time (of that hour) asking (demanding?!) attention, I realized D had disappeared hours ago. So I quested out my #2. Who was in his bedroom playing legos. One peek into the room revealed all. The boy was completely immersed in his own universe. I wanted to capture his quiet..his concentration..his independence, so I snuck back out for my camera. Which somewhat broke the spell.
But, still, a realization came. My Davyn (Nova, DB, D James, child #2) doesn't need the same acclaim or attention that fuels Aidan so completely. There never was an issue in going to Nursery. Of course there would be no issue in moving onward to Sunbeams. Of course he'd sit quiet & still in Primary. The boy is a blender.
And I have to laugh because with his background nature comes background listening skills. He still looks at me in confusion and turns the other direction when I ask him to take something to the laundry room or pantry (yes, the boy who can do a 100 piece puzzle solo). And for the past two weeks he has come home from church touting some interesting doctrine. Product of half-listening, no doubt. Last Sunday when I asked what he learned, this was the answer: "After we die, we go live with Jesus, then we get to be babies all over again." Aidan quickly tried to straighten him out. D stuck to his story. "No. We get to be babies after we die." I tried to straighten him out. Ditto {with heightened anxiety}. I tried again. Tears. Jim was the smart one. He remained silent.
Davyn will learn it all eventually. Quietly and in his own way. Because that's his style.
My style demands a moment of near-to-tears silence. Others gave up the nickname long ago, but I do have to let go for good now. I definitely don't have a "baby D" anymore.
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love your words and your phototog skills!