As our children develop, grow, and learn, they achieve various milestones in life, those rites of passage that remind of us our own adventure of existence. We watch with fascination as they come to each hurdle and clear it as only they can, becoming more fully a person with each passing day. They are some of the true beauties of our human experience.
And then, other times, you have a first like this:
Saturday, I was swinging Ewan around by his feet as Fiona laughed and ran nearby. She then misjudged the velocity and direction of travel of her younger brother. Whoops, if only they taught calculus to four year olds.
With a delightfully loud crack, heads made contact and for this reaction there was an equal and opposite reaction. Fiona went reeling backwards, foot over tangled foot, and there was another crack as she ran into the door jamb. She fell over stunned… then crying… then displaying the first signs of what tonight is one heck of a nice shiner.
Baby’s first black eye.
I should take a picture.