I caught myself being mushy a few nights ago. Mason was just sitting on the floor watching Chuggington on the DVR. He wasn’t doing anyhting in particular, just stuffing his face with Pringles like any other evening.
And I just stood there and stared.
I catch myself doing this from time to time. I stare at Mason doing any old thing that toddlers do, like it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. Mason has grown so much, he’s fast approaching his 2nd birthday! It floors me to think that he’s only been walking for 8 months, and yet he runs all over the place, climbs on everything, and tortures us with it like he’s been doing it since day one. It truly is amazing, the growth process.
It all points to the unconditional love for my son. It’s something so common when you think about it, yet to every father, it brings so much joy…and tears in some cases. Sure, there are times when I want to throw myself off the roof of my house into the rose bush (quite a feat, as the rose bush does not sit near the house), but it’s all out of love.
Mushy much? I LOVE MY SON!