The Next Generation
When I held my child for the first time, all I could think about was that this tiny life depended on me. For him to survive, he needed my love and attention, lots of bottles, and even more diapers. The idea overwhelmed me. I wondered how I could possibly do it. (Somehow we figured it out and even added another son to our family.)
My older son is blazing the trail through childhood and I often look at him in amazement. I wonder when he got so tall, and how his feet could be so big. I marvel at how quickly he went from total dependence to partial independence; from me being the center of his world to, well, whatever it is I am now!
Several months ago, hubby discovered our older son’s physical capacity surpassed his own. This happened during a community 5k run. Before the run, my son grumbled that he didn’t want to wait for my husband and he wanted to run on his own. My son never trained for the run but was still confident he would run faster than my husband. I whispered to my husband to “leave him in the dust”.
My son crossed the finish line over two minutes before my husband. It seems the years and extra pounds were no match for youthful confidence. So much for teaching son the importance of hard work and training.
Last weekend, we went for a hike and my older son kept squeezing in front of the rest of us to be in the lead. At one point, everyone was behind me. I heard footsteps closing in on me, so I quickened my pace, knowing it would drive my son nuts that he wasn’t first. I looked over my shoulder – my older son was bounding down the trail like a mountain goat. I went as fast as I could, but he still got closer. I imagined plunging down the mountain in mere seconds, so I stopped and told him to go ahead.
Like my hubby, I was defeated by a nine-year-old. It’s not that shocking, really. Athleticism has never been a quality I possessed, but before children, I could at least fake it for short periods of time.
At this moment, I can still claim to know more than him. It’s only a matter of time before I have to concede on that, too. I wonder…will it be next year?
I’m a college graduate, but I’m probably not smarter than a fifth grader. I’ll blame that on motherhood, too.