The cliches come and easy. Just like that. Voila. Boom. All true. Zyan is 18. months. I laugh at me when he was 1 and I thought I knew it all. Each month a new lesson, a new way to be with him. Already my mind full of so many amazing memories of him, thousands of pictures and hundreds of videos full of our son. Just seeing him makes me light up. Hearing him coo in the mornings, a beautiful alarm that I wouldn’t trade for the world. His ready smile when he looks up as I open his bedroom door. Our walk down to the living room while I kiss him repeatedly has become my daily grounding,
Seeing life through his eyes has changed how I approached things. He is ever present, always playing with his toys, and things that he finds. In his eyes, anything can be a toy, to be explored, to be touched, thrown, laughed at, cause a fit of giggles. My morning entertainment now involves sipping coffee and just watch him be. Running around endlessly, holding up his hands to be picked up, letting me know that he is hungry by repeatedly saying “Kha Kha” (a word my mom, his Dadi taught him) allows me to be in that moment with him,
And then like clockwork, he whines a bit to let me know he is ready for his first nap, and just like that two hours have vanished. Now I finally understand fast. Each day with him going ever and ever faster. My regret grows each time I leave for work because for those eights hours are without him. I envy my wife for the time she gets with him, and I cannot wait for the weekends to have him for more than a few hours.
Whoosh, time keeps ticking away, and soon this boy will show me even more of himself and continue teaching me. I Cannot wait!
