Climbing mountains at the park
The other day Peanut and I were in the backyard. It was one of those gorgeous sunny days and we were watching the birds flock to our fruit trees. The previously unidentifiable fruit tree of which I will ask advice about at a later time.
He laughed as the birds flew around and I watched him attempt to take off with them.
He jumped, waving his arms around and laughing loudly as the birds took off for safer ground. Peanut did this repeatedly while I watched with amusement.
He suddenly looked at me in disbelief. "Mommy, I can't fly."
I could tell he was actually surprised.
"Well, where are your wings and feathers?" I asked.
"I don't have wings. I can't fly, I'm too little," he said as if he will surely be able to fly when he gets older.
I was having one of those existential mommy moments. You know those moments? The ones where you marvel about the existence of you and your little one, at your places on this Earth. You are amazed to see this little human you helped create.
I was watching his mind whirl over the fact that there was something he could not do and watched as he decided that surely he would be able to do this wonderful, amazing thing when he got a bit bigger.
I watched him as he smiled and ran and giggled and played and I took note of every moment, trying to burn it into my memories. It is an amazing thing to watch your child exist and learn and grow.
I saw the tiny bug, about the size of a gnat, land on the the bright yellow stool sitting in the middle of the lawn. His eyes lit up as he discovered this new friend. Oh how he loves bugs.
In the blink of an eye he was reaching over to it and the sound of me screaming NOOOOOOO! broke the magic of our moment as he smashed it with his finger and stuck it in his mouth.