You know you must be doing something right when your nine-year-old son has turned into someone you really enjoy hanging out with. Not when he's foreshadowing the sarcastic teen (which he can do), but when you're tired and resting in your bed websurfing, and he quietly appears at your feet, or perched on the pillow next to you. I think its the calmness and assuredness of his demeanor while he chats about what's currently on his mind - where he biked to, what video game he is playing, how much he misses his one-and-a-half year-old cousin, what are the implications of infinite space, or why there is so much death both in the real world and in the fictional one. There's thought and logic there and its no longer this desperate need of a baby for his parent (hug me, feed me, fight my battles for me, explain the world to me) but a more companionable exchange of "here are my thoughts, what are yours?" He makes me proud.
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