the god boy, grows a pace no longer small, squalling child
now showing a fierce independent streak that causes pride and fear in equal amounts
it is hard to balance the need to learn and the need to teach...to protect we fail the balance regularly yet are fortunate to have suffered no great ..... or lasting consequence
his greatest attribute, our greatest joy his sunny side up, the ability to always, see the best in everything..... eventually
as we slow and grey, he seems brighter, more intense... gathering colur into him only to give it out... in a argent radience that is contagious... in it's beauty
of course, he has his flaws my child, is far from perfect like his father, his floor is his wardrobe and like his mother he is prone to losing himself in bookworlds, while mundane chores await..
but he is both the worst and the best of us
and more importantly he is himself....forging and identity and entity bourne of love and compassion
and honestly as a mother godess and as a father god