In the beginning, baby doesn't even know how to sit up,
but Love watches, assisting the process; learning to walk
Learning to talk, to hold a cup, to dress, to read,
to shave, to drive, perhaps to write a research paper
or a song; each year more milestones, amazing.
Author notes
reflecting, before his 17th birthday
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Comments
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Yes, they just come and go so quickly. Very nice reflection.


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I understand your reflection. My youngest son is now 27 and when I look at his 2 year old son, I see him all over again - and I remember.
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And wasn't it just yesterday that....


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Now 'boy child' reminds me of my grandfather saying 'boychick' or something like that. Which I suppose was an affectionate term for little boy in Yiddish
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