Crawling

No, Riley's not crawling yet, although he did shock his caregiver Renee by pulling himself up on her leg yesterday. That boy has got some serious upper body strength.

I titled this post "crawling" in response to a deep thought I had today. As I was sitting in the grass soaking up some sun (my life is hard, I know), I moved onto my hands and knees. It was just for a moment as I transitioned to standing but it occurred to me that I could just crawl across the lawn if I wanted to. I realized that at this stage in our lives there are enumerable things I can do that Riley cannot. But someday the story will be reversed. The day will come when Riley can crawl and I no longer can. Some day he'll be able to run, leap, have his own children, prepare his own meals and I will no longer be able to do those things.

Many years in the future when, once again, only one of us is crawling,  I wonder if he'll want to help me with the things I cannot do like I once helped him. I wonder if we'll still light up when we see each other. I wonder if I'll be able to accept the passage of time and the new roles it has assigned us.