I’ve been on grandma duty, traveling back and forth about 200 miles each way so Katie can take exams while Jude entertains me. He’s quite an active little boy, climbing over my head while I try to hold him, scooting across the floor, bouncing up and down in his bouncy chair and playpen. He’s perpetual motion unless he is studying the noise making device on one of his brightly colored toys or pushing buttons on a cell phone.
Everything is new to him. Everything is wonderful. The littlest things make him laugh and smile: a sneeze; a burp: Sponge Bob cavorting with Patrick: seeing his mommy’s face, pulling on his daddy’s beard.
Did I tell you that it’s wonderful? And hard work. Changing his diaper is a race since he takes every chance to scoot across the bed and grab onto curtains or see what’s down there on the carpet. Makes me realize why we have babies while our backs are still young enough to take all the bending and lifting and we are quicker than a toddler looking for adventure. Or at least have longer strides to make up for their quickness.
If we could all just spend some time with a very young child we would learn so many important things, again. Once upon a time we knew them. Then we let them get educated out of us. When we delve into any of the creative arts, we take a step back into that time when we could hear the angels sing and laugh at their music and the symphony of colors in innocent delight.