I had a little visitor come have breakfast with me yesterday.
His Mom dropped him off Sunday afternoon. When I got back from Philly, I took him to the playground by the lake. He's becoming a real boy (that sounded very Pinnochio). He runs around and climbs like a rabid monkey. When we got back home, I had to give his stank ass a bath.
Yesterday, Mom and I took him up to her friend's house in Bumblefuck, PA. Her friend's daughter was visiting from CA with her 3 year-old little boy and Mom wanted the two grandkids to play.
Funny. At first all they would do was hide behind grown-ups' legs. Then one pulled out his toy horses and the other his Matchbox cars and - POOF! - half an hour later they're the best of friends.
Why can't life be as simple now as when we're 3? When the simple act of waking up in the morning is an amazing experience? Just thrilled by the potential of what each new day can bring?
Bean's learning so much every day. New words and phrases. New concepts of how things work in this great, big world. Being a role model for a nephew like him is both a responsibility and an honor. I want so much for him to grow up to be a good man.
And in the process of teaching, it seems I'm the one learning so much more from him.