Monday, February 16, 2009

MY JOY

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.

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