And just like that, the moment is gone.
I go’ FLY, Mama, she warns me, arms outstretched.
You can fly? I ask. She gives me a serious nod.
Ready SE-GO! I FLY! She lowers her head like a baby goat and charges across the room to me, arms wide as wings. Even though she expects nothing less, she chortles with surprise and delight every time I catch her up in my arms and swoop her over my head. Then she wriggles to the floor and we do it again.
One two free FLY!
Fly to me, baby. I have caught you, and your sisters before you, a thousand times. My arms will always be waiting (although I’m learning from your sisters that I won’t always be able to lift you overhead so effortlessly). One two free FLY!Sometimes change is hard, like knowing that someday soon I won’t have a flying baby anymore. And sometimes it’s easy, like switching up the latke routine at the tail end of Hanukkah. Continue reading