Wednesday, January 29, 2014
I can imagine my eventual demise.
Lukas will be in his late 20's or early 30's and I'll be walking past the leather easy chair that resides in our living room when I'll look over at him mid-flight as he is headed towards me, and it will finally cross my mind that he is a wee bit too big for me to carry to his bed. And as I am distracted by this thought for the slightest of moments, I will be unprepared as he is landing in my arms. As a result, I will fall backwards and be crushed to death as he lands on me full force.
I can honestly say I can imagine this, because it went through my head not 30 minutes ago as I carried my now 6 year old up the stairs to bed, his arms in a Monkey hug around my neck. He had just, in fact, jumped into my arms moments earlier from the same leather easy chair as I passed by pretending not to notice as he leapt at me. Of course, I caught him in stride and kept walking before giving a mock look of surprise to find him there in my arms.
It's a game we play.
Only this time his jump and eventual land in my arms came with a particularly heavy thud. It was this thud that caused me to imagine being crushed to death decades in the future. That's because this ritual is one of my favorite parts of the day and I just can't imagine ever giving it up. Certainly not now, and the top of his head already reaches up to my sternum.
Lukas is my oldest, so this is new ground for me. I wonder how long I can keep this up.
How long can I hold on to little snippets of his youth - like this one? How long can I reasonably carry my always growing son up that flight of stairs? Will I tightly hold onto this wonderful slice of nightly joy until it eventually crushes me to death?
Probably not. I'm fairly certain Lukas will decide at some point that he is too big to be carried to his bed by his father. I don't want that to be anytime soon though. Although he IS getting fairly heavy, it's a great leg workout climbing a flight of stairs with a 50lb weight strapped around your neck. Plus, it's a great bonding moment for both of us, after our respective long days at work and school.
In fact, I'll bet any amount of money right now that he will decide to end our nightly routine before I do.
As sad as I will be when that comes to pass, I suppose it would actually be for the best.
Because, in all seriousness I don't imagine getting crushed to death by your 30 year old son would be a pleasant way to go.
Posted by James (SeattleDad) at 9:45 PM