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Long Eyes: On Seeing the Big Picture (and Not Embarrassing the Kids)

It’s Thursday, and the weather has finally cooled enough here that you can walk outside without the humidity slobbering all over you like a drunk date. David drove the girls to school this morning, so Cian and I took the dog for a walk around the neighborhood before I got ready for work (more on that in another post–I’m still writing from home, but my approach to it has changed). As we rounded the block, Cian was looking for our house–he really wanted to know what the back of it looked like from down the hill. Finally, he spotted it: “There it is! That’s our house, right?” Now, I’ve needed glasses since I was five. “You can see that far?” I asked, totally impressed–and maybe a little jealous–by this kid of mine with perfect vision.”Yup!” he said. He was skipping. “I have long eyes.” Long eyes. Oh, to have long eyes. For the past few months, whenever I’ve sat down to write something here, I’ve stalled. I write half-finished drafts…

But Even Then

It happens all the time, you know. All. the. time. In the kitchen. “Ma.” From his crib. “Mama.” Before lunch. “Mom.” Following me down the hall. “Mom-Mom-Mom-Mom-Mom.” When I’m in the bathroom. “Moooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm. Mom.” When I don’t realize he’s right behind me, arms raised for me to pick him up. “Mom?” Cian has started to vocalize. Finally. A lot. It is wonderful and awesome and he is so, so proud of himself, talking with us in his baby voice that surprises me, because like it is with all children, the sound that is your child’s voice is never what you think you’re going to hear when it first starts happening. And then you hear it and your heart explodes all over the place, and every time this little person speaks you think it’s the most beautiful music in the world. Even better-crafted than the crescendo of Jane’s Addiction’s “Three Days.” Honest. Better than that. “Ma.” It’s his favorite word right now…