He started out mounting it in one doorway in the kitchen, and has worked his way up to making it from there to the doorway between the kitchen and the living room before crashing into the back of the couch which prompts Li'l Bit to bark with a high-pitched level of insane intensity that leaves me rubbing my temples and longing for a little peace, quiet and serenity.
I was, after all, sitting here staring at a blinking cursor trying just as desperately at a 19th consecutive daily blog post as he was at learning to ride that one-wheeled cycle.
But the level of enthusiasm and depth of determination that bubbles out of him makes the trade absolutely worth it. There is just nothing in this world like having your child say, "Mom-Charlie, Mom watch! Watch me. One more time. I'm going to do it this time. THIS one last time is going to be it. I'm going to make it all the way to the hall without touching anything this time. Just watch!" And then again, and again and again until finally, he makes progress.
I'm aware that my days of hey-mom-watch-this are dangerously numbered and will soon be a thing of the past since Dracen is already the only one who utters those sweet words anymore as it is. The thing is, I never even realized how few and far between they have become or that I can't remember the last time Devin asked for my attention that way until today. That's the thing about life and time though. They just keep marching right along, over, and through these precious, fleeting moments whether we're paying attention or not.
But when we do? When we really make a conscious honest-to-goodness effort to appreciate them for all that they're worth?
That is when the magic happens.
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