Time flies, with the wings of a crazy giant eagle which is actually crazily and scarily fast.
Already our little boy is 1 year old. Already he’s been through probably a thousand diapers and eaten tin after tin of milk powder. Already he’s starting to get mischievous and knows who he can bother for get away with it (his grandparents namely). Already he’s walking. Already he’s starting to communicate!
Soon he’ll be running, talking, learning, riding a bike, swimming, playing drums (or some other non-mainstream instrument) and then he’ll be in school, off to college, in the army, graduating and then out of the house! *gasps for breath* Okay that’s just an exaggeration but really…
It’s all happening so quickly!
I can’t even get my head around how small he was when he first came out. 
Before we knew it he was raising his head and crawling. At 4 months he had even worked out how to pose in front of the camera. (Radical!)
Now he’s up, walking, sitting in chairs, drinking milk, asking for food from the table (which warrants a whole separate post on it’s own) and starting toilet training. At 14 months. By the way, check out the hair…
Our journey as parents has just begun but already it’s like a huge sprint at the beginning of a marathon. And he’s been so adorable at times that it just makes you sit back and want to go *awwwww* all day long. Part of me wants there to be less changes, more stability more days of *awwwww* until I’m finally ready to move on because change is scary and well, different. Things that stay the same are predictable and I like predictable things.
Sadly he’s not an object but a real living breathing, growing and adapting human being. He’s going to want to keep learning and understanding his environment and we’re the best people for the job thanks to similar DNA and all the grace and wisdom from our God above. Lord knows we need all the help we can get.
I don’t want him to stop being the adorable and energetic little boy who greets me when I come back from a hard day of work. The little boy with the cute babbling voice that goes “Papa” as he grabs my knees. I want those days to stay because they really make my day. But that’s the sad truth of the matter. It’s not about me… it never was. It’s about him and the life he’s going to live and how he’s going to grow right into it.
And all I can lay claim to is that I was right there from the start.
I can’t stop him from growing up. I can’t stop him from doing all the things that will scare/shock/embarrass me over the years but I am glad that HY and I will be there for him to watch him, guide him and be there for him when he needs us. At the speed he’s going, he’s definitely going to need it.
