I can see beyond your smile

How can it be that I see this face; this man, I smile because I see the child, the toddler who needed and thrived on Input.


This is a man - I know it is - he’s big; bigger than me and his dad. He is hairy - he has experience behind those eyes.

He’s lived away from us - for ten years now- he can do his own laundry without being told. He has had a car of his own- organised his insurance. He has had a job; and he has got his gal.

But I look here, at this. I look in those eyes; and I see my blonde haired, blue eyed boy. I see the year old who sung ‘Bring me sunshine’ with me; I see the two year old who wanted to wait until ‘after dinner to watch the dinosaurs’. I see the three year old who told me I needed ‘to learn to control my temper’

I see the boy who terrorised his sister; I see the kid who was bullied until I taught him to punch - and the first person he punched was a girl...

Our children never grow up to us do they?