Ever forward

August 20th, 2008

Slap. Slap. Shuffle. Slap. Slap. Shuffle. This is the sound of Little Boy C, on the very day he turned nine months old (yesterday), crawling from the playmat to the couch. A short distance, a meter, perhaps a little less. Yet never again will he┬ácover as much ground as he did just then – those first unstable but determined movements into autonomy. Into exploration. Into action. Those first independent moments forward, alone. His bold achievement, celebrated, applauded; in my heart, a small goodbye. It has begun – it began the moment he was born, in truth, but it has become obvious now. He will move ever forward. As it should be. But in my heart, the first of a lifetime of small goodbyes.

“For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.”
– Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet.

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