Scrolling through over 300 photos posted by their summer camp, I came across this one of our son and daughter. And now, days later, I find I can’t get it out of my head, because in it I see not just my son as he is today, but also the man he is becoming.
Blame it on the lighting, or his serious expression, or the accidental contouring provided through a combination of sweat and dirt. But looking at this picture I’m struck by how old he looks. He hovers between childhood and adulthood, and in this photo he looks more like the man that he will become than the child he has been.
It is a reminder of how fast the time is going – the days are long, but the years are short – and makes me grateful we decided to allow him to skip the first days of school to spend the week on vacation. I can tell you we made the decision based on his needing the rest, or wanting to make a positive first impression, but the truth is we only have a few summers left before he leaves our nest, only to return for visits. Those three days, while important for school, are crucial for me. For us.
I need those three extra days to watch him play. To hold his hand. To listen to his stories. And to revel in the boy he is and the man he is becoming.