Georgie is two and is quite the active little boy. He is going from the time he wakes up requesting a snack, “seal bah”, (cereal bar) until the time he goes to bed, (still requesting a snack…even though dinner had already been served and consumed. He loves cars and trucks, choo-choo trains, and of course Woody and Buzz from Toy Story. He enjoys his fair share of television, (maybe a little more than he should), but most importantly he loves life. His mommy and I have created an environment for him where he feels safe, (except when we play hide and seek and I intentionally scare him…or I pretend to be the monster coming after his belly and he runs to mommy and says he is scared!) We let him explore his surroundings and try to expose him to as many experiences as possible.
Being a teacher I have had the opportunity to spend most of the summer months at home with my son Georgie. As the summer concludes, I head back to school and he heads back to the babysitter, I reflect on our time together this summer. I think about the difficult time during swim lessons when he refused to do anything the instructor or I asked him to do. I think about the moments of angriness he had for me while leaving various playgrounds, as he felt it was not enough playtime. I also think about the wonderful times we had chasing each other around the backyard, taking pictures with his puppy friend Owen at the park, playing at his water table, Citygarden, the zoo, the lake, the pool, and so much more. But most importantly, I think about the times we just hung out together.
It saddens me to know that now I only get a few hours a day with him. I hope he’ll always call me daddy.
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