Nico and Christopher at the Magic Kingdom in Walt Disney World. May 6, 2017
May 24, 2017
My hearing of the pitter-patter of little feet, up and down,
the hallway of my wood looking ceramic tile house has officially passed.
Those little boys’ of mine are aging so rapidity that their little
feet are getting huge! So big in fact that I can’t keep up with their shoe
size.
“Is it size 1 or 2? Do they need a 2 ½? Ugh” Is my thought
process at the clothing store.
Their naturally proportionate weight is pressing on their
feet as their growth skyrockets from the ground up for all the world to see! The little sound that used to pound while they ran now sounds like a jackhammer on any mid-town New
York street. Back and forth, back and forth.
It makes me want to open a window and yell out to the construction worker below, “Hey, you
gonna be slamming that hammer on the ground all day! People want to sleep!”
Time surely fly’s. I know this not because my knees hurt. I now
have indigestion. My baldheaded is balder. My joints ache. I pee longer.
Whatever! The point I have been trying to make if you haven't figured it out yet is that, Jesus, these boys’ were just 2 years old, weren’t
they? Now there almost hitting the double digit of aging! The older they get, only means one thing. Time to check my cholesterol on
a daily bases.
With their new growth comes added responsibility. We started
small: “Let the dogs out” “Let the dogs in” “Feed the dogs” “Take out the
trash”
“Umm dad?”
“Yes, Nico?”
“Mommy told you to take out the trash.”
And now I can add smart asses to the list of growth.
I have decided. No, we, (I wink) we, have decided to give
these boys a little more freedom that coincides with their growth.
We were on a family trip in Orlando and by Orlando I mean Walt
Disney World. We go to Disney a lot because when you are a Floridian, one feels,
as if we own the joint. It’s a right of passage passed on to generation of
other Floridians. It isn’t anything personal. You’d feel the same if you had a country with the word Kingdom in it. Am I right, England?
Nico and Christopher are at the age where they are so eager
to please me that they get the things I need or do the things I asked to get done.
This is going to change soon. I know this. It’s like now; I beg them to keep
their little bodies, now at the ages of 7 and 9, for the love of God, to stay
sleeping in bed passed 8AM so we can all sleep in. Funny how this will change
when they are teenagers and I am harping on their asses to get up at 8 AM and
stop sleeping in!
We were at the lobby restaurant waiting for breakfast when I
realized I forgot my wallet. Being too lazy to travel up 12 floors to get it I
entrusted the boys’ to take the arduous walk to the elevator. Take their valuable
time to wait for the elevator. Then with great pains, extend their arm and use
their finger to push the button so that they may travel, without walking,
straight up to the 12th floor. Then walk the 20 or 30 painful steps
towards the front of the hotel door. After they get their use all their
strength to rummage through their pockets and fish out the door key and with
all their power press it against the magnetic strip to open the door. Then
exhaustively push the door open, walk inside, and find daddy’s wallet. If that
weren’t bad they’d have to reverse the whole process to return back to me. This
would be such an incredible feet because obviously I’m too lazy to do it so it
has to be.
The boy’s were so excited to do this. It is their first
heavy steps of independence without being at arms reach of me. I thought it would be so easy to allow them
such freedom and a little responsibility but I found that I worried so much for
them and their wellbeing that I wasn’t as comfortable as I thought.
But thankfully I could hear those pounding feet running back
and forth. To the elevator. Into the gift shop. Back to the elevator. Away from
the elevator, and into the candy shop. Back to the elevator then over to the
pool area. Then back to the elevator. <silence>
<worry>
<silence>
<getting up to see where they are>
<Hear heavy feet>
<sitting back down knowing they will return>
<waiting>
<waiting>
<waiting>
<waiting>
“Dad! Dad!” the boys yell loud enough for the restaurant to
hear.
“We bought some stuff at the gift store since we had your
wallet!”
Yup, those pitter patter of little feet are surely growing
fast.
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