Time flies and your children leave in your car.
The event is so fresh in my mind that it could have been only yesterday when I stood in the delivery room and watched my son enter this world. I think my heart may have stopped for a beat and I definitely forgot to breathe when he arrived almost like an angel.
I whole heartily recommend to every father that he be there to greet his new-born because it certainly is the beginning of a bond. We have been there with our son every step of the way and the memories we have are truly very fond. I think back on the time of his first clear word, and his first step. There were all the milestones through which we travelled, things that were familiar to us adults, but through which we saw again with his new eyes.
His first day at school when he stood in the doorway of The Montessori Academy and saluted us without the slightest hesitation; the time that he stood on stage and recited his prepared work with calm and assurance; his first piano piece before a mixed audience; the first time I let go of the cycle and he stayed upright.
We came here to Spain and within six months he was speaking fluently in Spanish. I know this because I came upon he and his friend, Julian, and they were engaged in a passionate argument. He was giving as good as he received, which was a pretty good indicator that he was settling in really well.
Fortunately his Mom took up employment at the same school that he attended, so everyday he was driven in the family car to school. From this point time seems to have moved quickly, and before we could hardly have time to realize what was happening he had graduated from secondary, and was off to Australia for a gap year experience. He had his driving license in hand, and now that he is back, he sometimes drives his mother to school, and then he drives off to go about his business. This one aspect is more descriptive of how things have changed. For every family who has this experience I’m fairly sure they are as gobsmacked as we are.
So, where did the time go? While I shrink in height and size he continues to grow. With a full head of hair he seems to be about two metres tall and I have to look up to him. This is about as good as it gets, and we have so much to be thankful for as our boy has grown into a really wonderful man.
To place the icing on this, he is also a very good driver, and that is one more thing to make me proud of him.
Copyright © 2010 Eugene Carmichael
The event is so fresh in my mind that it could have been only yesterday when I stood in the delivery room and watched my son enter this world. I think my heart may have stopped for a beat and I definitely forgot to breathe when he arrived almost like an angel.
I whole heartily recommend to every father that he be there to greet his new-born because it certainly is the beginning of a bond. We have been there with our son every step of the way and the memories we have are truly very fond. I think back on the time of his first clear word, and his first step. There were all the milestones through which we travelled, things that were familiar to us adults, but through which we saw again with his new eyes.
His first day at school when he stood in the doorway of The Montessori Academy and saluted us without the slightest hesitation; the time that he stood on stage and recited his prepared work with calm and assurance; his first piano piece before a mixed audience; the first time I let go of the cycle and he stayed upright.
We came here to Spain and within six months he was speaking fluently in Spanish. I know this because I came upon he and his friend, Julian, and they were engaged in a passionate argument. He was giving as good as he received, which was a pretty good indicator that he was settling in really well.
Fortunately his Mom took up employment at the same school that he attended, so everyday he was driven in the family car to school. From this point time seems to have moved quickly, and before we could hardly have time to realize what was happening he had graduated from secondary, and was off to Australia for a gap year experience. He had his driving license in hand, and now that he is back, he sometimes drives his mother to school, and then he drives off to go about his business. This one aspect is more descriptive of how things have changed. For every family who has this experience I’m fairly sure they are as gobsmacked as we are.
So, where did the time go? While I shrink in height and size he continues to grow. With a full head of hair he seems to be about two metres tall and I have to look up to him. This is about as good as it gets, and we have so much to be thankful for as our boy has grown into a really wonderful man.
To place the icing on this, he is also a very good driver, and that is one more thing to make me proud of him.
Copyright © 2010 Eugene Carmichael
