While perusing my Facebook feed a couple weeks ago (which is actually when I started writing this post, but then life happened), I stumbled across a link to this article on the Huffington Post called “What Six Looks Like.” Written by Jennifer Rowe Walters, it details her reaction to the shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School and a conversation she had with a friend that clarified that reaction. It’s a very moving post. If you haven’t seen it yet, you should definitely check it out.
What does six look like? I think Ms. Walters does a pretty good job of showing us what six looks like. But what about ten? What does ten look like? Or nine? Or two? Or one?
I know what ten looks like. Ten is all newly-pierced ears and awkward questions about topics that parents would rather not discuss (“Daddy, what’s puberty?”). Ten is growing like a weed, wanting make-up and manicures and a new purse to match her dress. Ten is growing up too quickly.
I know what nine looks like. Nine looks tall and gangly, all arms and legs and skin and bones with a big, goofy grin. I know that nine is patient and loving and helpful…some of the time. Other times, nine is grumpy and stubborn and picky, but that’s part of being a kid. And I know that soon, nine will fade into ten and soon, that kid will be a kid no longer.
I know what two looks like. Two sees everything with new eyes, because everything is new. Everything must be explored, even the things they’ve seen before because they might have changed. Two smiles with its whole face, all the way up to its eyes. Those beautiful little eyes sparkle in a way grown-up eyes have forgotten. Two snuggles up close for hugs and kisses, but just as quickly dashes off to play because two knows that cuddles are best left for story time.
I know what one looks like. One looks an awful lot like two, but smaller and a little more unsteady. One watches two like a hawk, wanting to be just like big brother. One tries things that two never dared, never dreamed, and laughs recklessly all the while. One can melt your heart even as he tries your soul.
I hope that I’ll get to see what other ages look like as well. In the meantime, I’m going to have to keep my eyes on Misters One and Two. What one doesn’t think of, the other one does.
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- Nothing Better: The Science of Cuddles (everydayfamily.com)