My son saw his first rainbow today. I have to say it was pretty cool. He was at soccer practice. I was not thrilled to be there on the sidelines because it was overcast and windy. I thought we had lucked out with no rain but the clouds opened up with about five minutes left. Off in the distance there was a rainbow and my son stopped dead in his tracks to look at it. It was a double rainbow and it looked like it ended right on top of our car. As we walked toward it he could see it was far away. I stopped in the parking lot and took a photo. We drove home and saw the other end of it, which made the experience complete.
Looking back on this year, I may have preferred to have worked but I would have missed so much in the process. We went swimming. There were play dates. The walks to and from school. I could not have done all that if I had been employed. So I guess I am actually thankful that I was forced to have this time off and be available for my son. I hope he has good memories of this summer. I know I will.
We’ve had some fun conversations. I’ve jotted down his comments when he made me laugh. I was not sure I could use them, but his insights have been pretty entertaining. Here are a couple: “There’s a lot of love in this family” or “You know what I like about our house? Everything.”
It is possible that we would have had similar exchanges on our way home from work. Or that he would make cute observations over the weekend. However, the sheer number of hours we spent together meant that my odds were greater to catch the small details. I will readily admit to getting tired of cartoons and non-adult activities. But like tonight, I regularly realized I was witnessing firsts and those simply cannot be recreated. Another blogger recently wrote about magical moments being all around us and I could not agree more.