Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Peter Pan

“All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.”
J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Some days Braeden tells me he doesn't want to be growing up.  Growing up means new adventures but some days it just means early, early mornings, hard school work, limited free time and lots of demands. 

Some days Braeden wishes he was Peter Pan, living in Neverland, fighting pirates and never growing up.

A while ago, I was trying to reach something in my top cupboard in my laundry room.  Usually I have to drag a chair in to stand on but in an effort to save time, I was just trying to stretch and reach it.  On my tip toes, it was just barely out of my grasp.  In frustration, and without thinking about it, I called to Braeden.  "Can you reach that bottle for me?" I asked.

A slow smile spread over his face and the realization dawned on both of us.  For the first time, I asked my boy to do something that I physically could not do.  Flat footed and with ease, he reached the bottle and handed it to me.

In that moment, I think Neverland had lost a little of its shine.  Braeden was glad to be growing.

For this post, I decided I wanted a nice picture of Braeden and me standing next to each other.

I asked Adam to take a picture of us and he said, "What do you want the picture to be?"

I said I wanted to look beautiful.  Too much to ask?


here Braeden is just about to say something cheeky or has just said something cheeky

here I am in the middle of smacking him because getting him to stand still and not be goofy is nearly impossible...but he does make me laugh

here's the best we could come up with...wow, I love this boy

1 comment:

Jill said...

My four year old recently told me he wanted to be little for ever. Some days I wish it could be so. But other days...
A few days ago my twelve year old (who only has one inch to go to be as tall as I am) opened a jar that I couldn't open. I think the days of beating him in arm wrestling are over.


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