Us Two

So wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,
There’s always Pooh and Me.
“What would I do?” I said to Pooh,
“If it wasn’t for you,” and Pooh said: “True,
It isn’t much fun for One, but Two
Can stick together,” says Pooh, says he.
“That’s how it is,” says Pooh.
~from ‘Us Two’ by A. A. Milne
It may be the fields and barn to the north and east, the cousins next door, or the cows across the road. Something has given my twenty-one-month-old a serious case of wander-itis. I ought to be on the ball with this kind of thing since I have had five others this age, but they never had the desire to run, to go like he does. The simple acts of getting one’s jacket on and climbing in the van fill him with unspeakable joy; I can’t tell when he’s saying ‘coat’ or ‘go’, and it really doesn’t matter because to him they mean the same thing. I’m sure this wealth of courage and adventurous spirit will serve him well as a man of God, but for now my priority has become helping him survive toddlerhood by going to extremes to make sure he’s safe. This past week I have stuck to him like glue. Things don’t get done when I am out, then in, then out again. But the rewards are precious.
-swinging high on the swing, us two
-holding his little hand
-hearing his sweet, infectious laugh
-shooting down the slide again and again
-and again
-hearing him sing
-reading his favorite books again and again
-and again
-treasuring this fleeting time together, us two

2 Replies to “Us Two”

  1. So sweet, our little boy can say the word play and is always grabing someones hand and wanting us to play. I hope its me today:)

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