Tonight was full of those moments, but I’d like to share just one with you.
The Bug was fresh out of his bath, fed and smelling like…well, you know how good babies smell. I was holding my son, him getting sleepy and resting his head on my shoulder. The house was a little warm, so we stepped out onto the back porch. He smiled as the cool breeze danced around us, and the ghostly remnants of fading daylight cast a glow, somehow softening the edges of the world.
Crickets, the first of the season that I’ve heard, sang into the night. The bug looked up in delight as he saw the stars. I think it’s the first time he’s really ever noticed them. He raised his arm and reached up, trying to touch them, and with a huge grin on his face, looked into my eyes for what felt like forever as if asking me “Are they real, Daddy?”
I held him up as high as I could and he just kept reaching, a look of wonder and joy on his face that I will remember for the rest of my life.
“Yes, they are real, little Bug, and they are yours. I’ll tell you stories about them and in your dreams, we’ll leap from one to the other all night…and when it’s time to come home, the sound of the crickets in the yard will guide us back.”
At that moment I felt a connection to all the fathers who have ever lived. All the fathers who made my life possible stretching all the way back to the beginning. Every father who ever held up his son to reach those very same stars, every farmer, laborer, noble and warrior in my past lived and sang in my heart with the voices of crickets.
I brought him back to my chest and noticed his little fist closed as if he were clutching one of those stars like a little diamond plucked from the sky. His eyes were already closing as his head once again rested on my shoulder. By the time we reached his room he was already asleep, his little fist still closed around his prize.
“They are all yours my son, and I will always try to hold you up so you can reach them.”
It’s my greatest wish for you, dear Reader, that your life be filled with moments such as these. Don’t be so busy that you can’t let them in. They are fleeting and rare. Easy to overlook. Find them and let them fill your heart with magic.
Rest all in Perfect Peace,
Colorado Dad on Behalf of Fatherhood Friday at Dad-Blogs.