First he learned the basics: how to smile, and then to laugh.
He learned how to sleep, to sit, to hold a spoon. To grab his own toes, stick a fist in his mouth, clutch a blanket tight when he needed comfort. He learned to crawl and walk, and then to run, to jump, to stretch up high like a tree and crouch down low like a lion. He learned to make noise with a ladle and saucepan, to build towers and knock them over, to roll a ball, and then to throw it.
How foolish I was to think that was it. It does not stop at one year, or two. The learning continues, every day, forever. Continue reading