Slow down.

Aaron is growing up. I dropped by this afternoon just as he was waking up (slowly, oh so slowly) from a nap and he was “g’barrassed” to be seen sleepy, “g’barrassed” to be seen half-dressed. His mother gently reminded him that I’ve seen him naked many times, changed many diapers, but he hid until he was awake and dressed, and only then did he want to play. This is the little boy who just a few months ago ran into the living room naked as the day he was born and presented his exposed little self to Bernd, proclaiming that nakedness was “the secret of Santa!” He’s five. I forget he’s five. I don’t always want him to be five, bright and loving five-year-old though he is. Sometimes, I still want him to be three.