Adventures at Rasa Ranch #152

[Guest guest]

1/1/03

 

Sitting peacefully at the computer catching up on e-mails, I was

bumped on the arm by a walking box that had apparently swallowed my

son. I heard some muffled, echoey calls coming from the inside that

just begged for acknowledgement, so I rolled the chair back from the

monitor, pivoting it in the box's direction and asked as if I had no

idea, "Where is Zacky?" A guffaw came from inside the box, and

pudgy, babyfingers lifted it up from the bottom. There he was, in

all his glory, his round face with its eight pearly whites beaming at

me and squealing. He lowered the box again and we went through this

twice before I scooted back to finish reading.

 

I didn't get far before I heard a customary *boom*, and it wasn't too

surprising to find Zack on the floor beside me with one leg inside

his box . He looked up at me with a baby cry-face, also customary,

that was simultaneously pathetic and also most endearing, and I

leaned down and reached under his raised arms in order to lift him up

to my lap. Midway in the air, however, I was struck by a vision: he

was all grown up; he was a grown, strong man. I saw this and I felt

this.

 

"Oh, Zacky," I found myself crooning to the weeping baby on my lap,

and at the same time, could not keep a straight face for the giggle

that was wiggling in my heart. This whole baby thing... this whole

growing-up, learning-how-to-be-an-earthling thing, is So temporary!

It's So fast! I kissed the wet outer corner of his eye and noticed

that he had begun looking around for what he could get into next. As

I lowered him to the floor, his legs were already starting to run.

It's so fast, I thought, and then they're off.

[Guest guest]

Yes, indeed.

So fast -- and suddenly they have children of their own!

 

, "Kheyala" <kheyala@n...> wrote:

> 1/1/03

>

> Sitting peacefully at the computer catching up on e-mails, I was

bumped on the arm by a walking box that had apparently swallowed my

son. I heard some muffled, echoey calls coming from the inside that

just begged for acknowledgement, so I rolled the chair back from the

monitor, pivoting it in the box's direction and asked as if I had no

idea, "Where is Zacky?" A guffaw came from inside the box, and

pudgy, babyfingers lifted it up from the bottom. There he was, in

all his glory, his round face with its eight pearly whites beaming at

me and squealing. He lowered the box again and we went through this

twice before I scooted back to finish reading.

>

> I didn't get far before I heard a customary *boom*, and it wasn't

too surprising to find Zack on the floor beside me with one leg

inside his box . He looked up at me with a baby cry-face, also

customary, that was simultaneously pathetic and also most endearing,

and I leaned down and reached under his raised arms in order to lift

him up to my lap. Midway in the air, however, I was struck by a

vision: he was all grown up; he was a grown, strong man. I saw this

and I felt this.

>

> "Oh, Zacky," I found myself crooning to the weeping baby on my lap,

and at the same time, could not keep a straight face for the giggle

that was wiggling in my heart. This whole baby thing... this whole

growing-up, learning-how-to-be-an-earthling thing, is So temporary!

It's So fast! I kissed the wet outer corner of his eye and noticed

that he had begun looking around for what he could get into next. As

I lowered him to the floor, his legs were already starting to run.

It's so fast, I thought, and then they're off.