On the flip side of joy is loss. If you want to luxuriate in the exclusive joys of parenting - in fact, there is a Yiddish word “naches” to describe the pride parents feel - you ought to withstand the losses as well.
Knowing that I won’t have a third kid reminds me to cherish each moment more since this will be the last time I’m savouring it. So my daughter is 1.5 years old now. Which makes her belong to that unique species whose belly laughter is just so pleasant to hear. I don’t get there elsewhere.
Toddlers love playing “Peek a Boo”. It’s pretty heartwarming that my daughter has mastered the motor skills to master this classic game. She knows that doing so will gain my attention, and she is right. She has me wrapped around her pinkie with her antics, that’s for sure.
As for my son, he recently acquired an interest in marine creatures. Just now, we were watching television when he pointed out that the animal which I thought was a walrus isn’t one because it lacks two sharp tusks. Since when did my little boy know enough to correct his father? Pretty soon, his interest in marine animals will wane, and I will need to recall these memories and shroud myself in nostalgia.
What losses are you dealing with as your little ones grow up?