"Daddy look! Daddy look!"8/30/2021 “Daddy look! Daddy look!”
He always has something to show me and his mommy. At first I always looked, it was exciting to see him interact with the world around him, to learn, to grow and to develop. I was very proud. To be honest, I am always proud of my little boy but I don’t always look. The novelty, it wears off over time and more “Daddy looks” that I can count desensitize me to his little, proud call for attention, wanting nothing more than my approval, a simple nod of the head or a, “That’s great son.” Yet I am busy. Busy working, doing chores, reading, always something—always busy. This is my excuse, though there is no excuse and it seems more like a defect of the heart. All the while he continues to sprout and grow…a sapling in the shade slowly but ever surely reaching for the sun, one day to break free from the canopy to stand tall and firm as an oak. The growth occurs slowly yet abruptly. Being with him daily, I am attenuated to the changes. Yet to those who have not seen him but for a few weeks, “My how you’ve grown!” And then, one day, I will look at him and see that he has become a man. I will wonder where the time went and wish that I could replay that time and look at him each time he said, “Daddy look! Daddy look!” No…it isn’t a matter of looking. Much as one can hear without listening, one can look without seeing. That I might be able to see him each time he merely asks for a look. “Daddy look! Daddy look!” “I see you son…I see you.”
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Another Heming Way8/2/2021  An excerpt from Heming Ways...
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