Thursday, September 2, 2010
Lukas is 3 years old now and still so much fun to be around. The pure joy he demonstrates each day as he sets out with enthusiasm to face a world largely unknown to him is amazingly infectious. It's a large part of his personal magnetism and the allure of nearly all kids this age.
It makes me happy. It gives me reason to smile and laugh several times a day. I can see why some people keep having child after child. They're like junkies.
Let's face it. By the time we have hit our 40's we have for the most part seen it all before. Experienced it all before. There is little new to stimulate our imagination. But kids? They encounter new stuff on a daily basis and are thrilled at much of what they experience. As an adult and as a father this is an incredible process to watch unfold. To see my son experience something for the first time.
Firsts. I often think about them when they are happening for Lukas but most often forget about them as life quickly moves along its relentless timeline. It seems that nearly every day there is another first for my son. Some of them these I have chronicled here. Such as his first word, his first straw, his first stand, his first steps, his first ice cream cone, his first pedaling, and most recently his first camping trip and his first movie.
Others I think about mentioning but never get around to it, while still others are mere happy memories. These are the little things that most people probably take for granted. But certainly not when witnessed through the ecstatic eyes of a small child. Some recent examples for Lukas are his first parade, his first water balloon, his first hard candy, his first lollipop, and of course his first electric toothbrush.
Of course, there will be many many more firsts for my little guy. I know him, and I know that he will greet each one with curiosity, enthusiasm, and a zest for the experience that I would probably be jealous of, if I didn't feel so overwhelmingly privileged to watch take place.
Even if you are new to my blog you've probably figured it out by now that, yes, even though I'm in in my 40's I can still find joy and wonderment in a first of my own.
My first child.
Posted by James (SeattleDad) at 12:30 PM