Grant

My sweet child. My firstborn. He was, like most parents believe, a perfect baby. He came into this world with a non-conical shaped head and no zits on his face. He was cute; looked like a Docter. His personality was brilliant - good-natured, happy and smiling, eager to see the world, bright.

My firstborn. Grant.

Each year brings new adventures and a variance in their nature. The early years, ages 1-4, are just hysterical! They see everything for a first time, giving words to their visions. And the words they use usually aren't spot on. And that is what makes everything in the world disappear, as you see it through the eyes of a child - innocence.

These youngsters age each year, becoming more wise, growing into that soul that will become old. They don't make those "word mistakes" anymore, but correct those that do. They form their own jokes and riddles, actually making sense, and not using the words "poopy" or "toilet" to get a laugh. They start to ask the tough questions; they understand more of reality than given credit. They learn things in school that you don't know and have now become smarter than their parents. They surprise you with their generosity and care for others.

Grant turns 7 next Friday. Sometimes I wish I had my sweet precious tyke back. I caught a glimpse of my little guy as he lost his other front tooth. I love a child without his two front teeth-sweet, youthful, uninhibited-are just a few words that come to my mind. This little stage is fun, until I see the gnarly, gangly, yellow teeth that take its place!