I learned a lot about him, me and parenting. And mostly, how some things cost a lot and some things can’t be bought and how fast times truly do fly by when you aren’t counting.
We swam in the pool, we built sand castles on the beach. We road a roller coaster — twice, because he wanted to teach me that there was nothing to fear because he knew he had his mommy and that he could also help me.
We cleared all the monsters from the closets and built a fort where he now likes to sleep. Created a Lego brick area for his massive creativity. We hung up colored art and we purged old toys to a preschool in need.
We got stuck on a road trip behind an overturned semi that detoured us for an hour passed fields of beautiful fruit trees. We bought beef jerky in a dollar store along the way just so we could pee.
We stayed up late and we went to bed early. We stocked our cupboards with all our favorite things. He even got vanilla, with the bean, while I sliced a London Broil and served it to myself with french bread and sharp cheese.
There was a trip to my work so he could see all he ever made for me. And on our way home we both grabbed a Frosty.
There were tickle fights, wrestling matches, video games and movies. There were pillows turned into weapons and yes, I lost round three.
I started this adventure scared and apprehensive — mostly about me. How he and I would survive without fights and tantrums and staycation type activities. I wondered how much it would end up costing. I worried there was never going to be enough wine or whiskey. Or that Target would be closed instead of catering to me.
That maybe we would both find ourselves bored or taking for granted all of our luxuries. That maybe by the time it was over we would both be ready for reprieve. From each other. From constant together. From all that could easily get annoying.
And now we are wrapping up our excellent journey with storms squashing our final grand finale outing. With laughter and love in new pjs and a comfy house dress for mommy, back to our normal and not routine — planning on staying up late one more night to watch fireworks on TV.
It’s the best ending.
I learned a lot about my son these last couple weeks. I learned he is someone I find amazing, almost objectively. Or at least as objective as I can be.
I learned about him every second of every day. Through the wide awake and fast asleep.
Through the eyes of the Legoland employee who watched him gift a mini figure to a child just because trading wasn’t all he liked doing.
Through the eyes of a neighbor who watched him run around a pool in defiance because an older boy was also playing.
Through the eyes of a lifeguard who watched him tell his mommy the umbrella chairs were a good spend in case we wanted to relax while on the beach.
And from the eyes of a rear view mirror that saw him impatient and frustrated on a detour yet had the wit to suggest we stop for lunch just because we’d never been in that city.
I learned my boy isn’t that same strap on the Bjorne baby and he’s also not that wild toddler running from my reach.
But he’s growing just as fast as those very early years and weeks. He’s walking and talking and crawling his way through this world at a pace that astounds me.
Navigating it beautifully.
And he’s teaching me. Still.
I cannot think of a time I was more in love with this boy. But after these last eleven days, I’m pretty certain it will be tomorrow.
And I can’t wait. And can.
Because each second is amazing.
Levi David, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
This piece published on Medium.