September 28, 2012 by blue milk
One night this week I was at a skate bowl with the kids (it’s school holidays). Cormac (age 3) decided he wanted nothing more than to be able to climb the bowl like the skaters were. And he tried and tried and couldn’t.
But then I saw this…
Cormac managed to climb high enough to reach someone’s foot.
And a teenager’s hand came down for him.
And he was up. Finally. With the teenage boys.
Sweetest thing to see.
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oh bless! so they’re not all menacing thugs?! the hordes of boys wandering around at the moment thanks to school holidays have firmly cemented my desire for my son to never grow up. but he must…
This made me teary. What a lovely moment.
Ooooh I’m crying a little bit. I hope I can raise Niko to be like that, too.
Awww … that is SO very sweet.
Don’t worry, there are so many nice, non-thuggish teens around. They are scary from a distance, though, aren’t they?
How incredibly sweet!
beautiful.
(and my husband will now be begging for a sixth child just so we can name him Cormac.)
Sigh. I used to want six kids. My whole life.
Then I didn’t get married until age 33, and for that reason and a variety of others, I decided two would work. You know: one adult per child, at our “advanced” ages, LOL!
Gosh, I needed that good kind of cry.
I hope myalmost-tween becomes that sort of teenager. Parenting, someone’s doin it rite.
Very moving, beautiful images. He must have been thrilled to be lifted up and able to sit with them for a while.
I am also thrilled that this experience cemented what must be his belief about the world so far: that he belongs, that he is wanted, and that people are glad to help him.
Sigh. There are so many different kinds of romance.
I love this observation of yours, particularly the way you have identified it as a different kind of romance. So true.
Awww. Nice to have one’s cynicism about the world challenged by people being good to each other.
Yes, damn teenagers challenging my cynicism. Get off my lawn!
Also, may I comment on the breathtaking beauty of the photos themselves. I can’t wait to show this to my 16- and 12-year-old boys. They will LOVE it.
Bet those big lads got a real kick out of Cormac putting his all into wanting to get up the top to be with them as well.
This is now one of my favorite posts of all time. Made me cry a little. It’s just beautiful.
my son’s Montessori school is K-8, and some of the parents have been wanting to change it.
But watching the big kids with the little kids – coming into the rooms to read to them, walking with kindergarteners to the school bus (last week I saw a boy carry his little bus buddy on his shoulders – i’m sure they got in trouble but it was so sweet!), being out on the playground pretending to ignore the smaller kids but then helping one who has climbed up too high or lost something over the fence – it’s so clear it’s good for all of them to be together.