Monday, February 16, 2009
We marked Christopher's height on his grow stick today. He's grown about four inches since July. When people say, "Kids grow up too fast," it's not a cliche. He amazes me. He has this huge vocabulary, and this wide-eyed wonder and awe and sweetness. He's passionate, sensitive and kind, and it's still hard for me to believe that I have such a charming and sweet little boy. When his friends were leaving our house this evening, he said, "Wait, I have to tell you something..." (This is standard.) He told our friend Marie, "I love you," and wrapped his arms around her knees. She's a tall drink of water. :-) He is so innocent. I worry about the world hurting him and turning him into a cynic, but I know that I have to enjoy NOW, and not worry about what's to come: Que sera, sera. In my novel, Buckley's mother calls him "her joy." When I wrote the first hundred drafts of THE HANDBOOK FOR LIGHTNING STRIKE SURVIVORS, I didn't have a son. Now that I do, it seems like Abigail and Buckley Pitank foreshadowed my own experience (in a small way). Christopher is my joy. It's incredible to experience life through the eyes of a child.