every mama knows that the infants we nurture, and feed, and carry, and caress, and hold, and feed again at our breast, will ultimately form those same bonds with their papas. it is a more gradual kind of loving that comes not from necessity, but arises out of respect. the intimacy between mothers and babes begins to soften, to lose its tight hold that binds mother to child. survival gives way to sophistication. it comes from within both father and child, as they learn to know each other in the same and different ways a mother knows. it can happen so subtley, perhaps over legos. immersed in their own separate building projects when he says so sweetly, "dada, you're my best friend." "you're my best friend too" i hear him reply. and he whispers it again, under his breath this time, as if trying to believe that this is for real.
4 comments:
That is so beautiful and sweet...tears welled up in my eyes. Ohhhh ave dave....
ahhh..tears as well. The love that comes from kids is so real not at all tainted...pure and that from a papa that comes from his son is the same
xoxo
yep, tears here too. right at my desk. blinking them back a bit.
oh, little avery. what a sweetheart. xo
oh yes -- the boys develop a relationship that is so entirely their own....so different from a boy needing his mommy. in my mind, i can hear his sweet voice saying this - and the sweetness in matt's reply. what a gift that you were there to hear it for real....
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