I Am Worth Following, According to My Son
In the age of Facebook and Twitter, I never have to tell my son to “like” me or “follow me.”
Since learning to crawl, Jack uses every opportunity to make use of his newly acquired skill. He’s like an SUV in human baby form. If my wife or I are sitting down on the floor with him as he is playing, he will make an effort to go out of his way to purposely crawl over our legs- if nothing else, to prove to himself he can handle it.
He obviously is always up for a new challenge. Tossing the TV remote controller a few feet away from him is no longer an inspiring incentive. Crossing the room is no longer that big of a deal to him anymore. Instead, Jack’s newest self-induced challenge is to crawl from one side of the house to the other. But not for an electronic device or the newest, coolest toy he could imagine.
Instead, I am his motivation.
When I come home from work every day, after greeting him and my wife, I typically go two rooms away to brush my teeth (I’m sort of obsessed with personal hygiene) and change into some more comfortable clothes and a hat. By the time I’m done, I look up, and there he is:
So proud of himself that he journeyed the baby equivalent of the length of a basketball court to get to me. And of course, I’m always so proud of him. The best part is the big toothless smile on his face every time. It’s always a highlight each time he does it.
Sometimes when he follows me across the house, he doesn’t stop crawling until he runs into my ankles. And then he just stays there with his forehead leaning against my leg and his cold, clammy hands on my toes. Other times, he will squeeze through between my ankles, offering up an obligatory grunt as if it’s a tight fit for him.
Honestly, when he follows me around the house, Jack reminds me of a little puppy or a kitten; who can’t talk, but who can show his affection and admiration by his gravitation towards me. And yeah, that makes me feel pretty dang cool.
So while it’s always cool to realize I’ve gained a few more Twitter followers or a handful of “likes” for that day’s Dadabase post, nothing can compare to a little blond haired baby boy who thinks I’m the Shazbot.
He “likes” me the most and is one persistent “follower.” And I just never want to let the little fella down.
As you may have noticed at the very top of the post, it no longer says “Six months.” That’s because today, Jack is officially 7 months old!Add a Comment
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