Sometimes, it’s easy to forget, while wiping peanut butter off their chins, reading Mike Mulligan one more time, watching them transform into yet another superhero, that what I am really doing is raising men.
Of course, I know this on a practical level; still, how rare it is that I see them carrying the great responsibilities of feeding a family on their shoulders, managing the pain of their own aging bodies, or caring for a wife in the throes of PMS. Discovering the dreams that lie dormant in their hearts will inevitable lead them to obstacles, unforeseeable setbacks, and grief.
It has been said that the true character of a person is defined not by his problems; but by how he handles a crisis after the tears are cried.
Sometimes, caught in the throes of cooking, cleaning and caring, I forget that their life ahead will be a circle of joy followed by sorrow; of struggle followed by achievement. Never again will their lives be as simple as carefree as they are today.
In this last picture here, I see this tiny realization entering his heart, just by the way his arms and shoulders are slightly dropped, and his feet have slowed down. He’s no longer flying through the air, like Peter Pan, the way he was before. The bunny he wants to have and hold so dearly is running away; out of his life. He’s puzzled, because he can’t understand why the bunny doesn’t realize how much he will be loved in his arms.
When Mothers talk about the sorrow of watching their children grow, it is this we are referring to; the pain of realizing that as their child’s heart opens, the chances of it breaking increase exponentially.