Pretty much the coolest age to be
I hope this time is not the apex of our child-rearing days, but Christine and I are really digging being parents of two boys, ages eight ("Almost nine, dad!") and six.
I thought the first-steps age, the first-words time period was precious, but that we're now able to carry on a conversation with the boys is just too cool. You never know what's going to be said, where the conversation will be steered—could be to video games or could end up on Uranus (too funny). But this is still the age of discovery and it's great to watch things "click" for them.
We're thankful for these little guys and I was reminded of this last week during the circus set up. Some of us Rotarians helped steer the kids from the bus to watch the giant circus tent get put up and they had some of the animals on display. I had as good a time watching first-graders see their first zebra as they had seeing the animal. (They didn't believe me when I told them the circus workers had to paint on the white stripes each day.)
Or seeing an elephant or camel or even a baby hippo. Very cool, but not as cool as seeing the kids' reactions.
After signing a bank loan this week, it makes me wish I could go back myself.