My little Adam is an intense creature. Like a southern summer day, all light and charm, then suddenly, thunder. The most affectionate of all my children and the most violent. Angry, stubborn and determined, with a smile that swallows you.
He dismays and delights. At times, despite my best intentions, I'm left panting in the wake of his will. I can't keep up. I understand his instincts because I recognize them as my own. He is so much like me.
How to help this boy learn to focus his determined spirit for good and not for monstrous selfishness? It's a tall order. I hope I'm up to it.
In the meantime, I'm going to treasure the prize of every single, chubby hug he has to offer.
"Baby you've got the sort of laugh that waters me
And makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me."
(Sort of, Ingrid Michaelson)