You want to know one of my absolute favorite things about being a parent? I think it's when I see myself, the best of myself, the things that are uniquely me, in my child. (The opposite is true in regards to the undesirable traits that they inherit.) Sometimes I look at Owen and see a mini-me standing there. What a humbling experience it is to see yourself in a child's face. This summer, I seem to see me in him every time I turn around.
Then, because the leaf bug climbed out of his sight, he wanted to climb the tree. He wanted help, but our neighbor informed him that you're not allowed to climb trees until you can climb them by yourself. So he did. He tentatively reached up to the first skinny branch and then began to shimmy right up that maple like he'd been doing it his whole life. Matthew and I looked up through the leaves at the tiny boy clinging to the branches and we both saw ourselves up there. Matthew remembered living in a large tree at his grandmother's house, while I reminisced about the hours that I spent in the treetops at my parents' house. One of my childhood babysitters actually quit after her first day on the job because she found me in the top of a tree, and she couldn't coax me down.
This? This is incredible!