I am going to tell you a personal experience that happened to me on Friday (two days ago) at noon with my son Aran, who is now 22 months old, who helped me to realize once again the incredible ability of children to capture details , understand how everything works and, what makes me most proud, to lend a hand to others (in this case to me).
It all happened while I had just picked up four things at home to go to work. I took an apple and a pear for a snack and Aran ran to my backpack where I have a Boc'n Roll and picked it up to give it to me. I had never done it before and I had never explained what it was for, but apparently I should have seen myself put the fruit inside. I thanked him for giving it to me, I opened it, put the fruit and helped me to close it. He picked it up and he put it in my backpack.
This moment made me feel very tender, but the thing did not end here. I left the backpack for a moment on the floor and went to the closet to find the jacket. To come back Aran was waiting for me with the backpack in my hand, trying to lift her off the ground with all her strength to give her to me, so I took it as soon as I could, while I had just fastened my jacket.
Then I heard a “iiiiiii” (Aran making an effort) and I saw him taking the garbage bag by the handle, trying to lift it to hand it to me. I did the same, take it quickly and thank you.
"I'm leaving, honey," I said and walked over to kiss him. So He raised his cheek to me (I had never done it before, or I had not noticed it) and I planted a kiss on his chubby daddy while the smile escaped me.
With everything ready, I headed towards the entrance of the apartment and he followed me quickly, as if he had forgotten something or something important to do.
After opening the door that led me to the landing I turned to say goodbye for the last time and saw that what was pending was to close the door that divides the entrance to the dining room floor, which we always closed in order to safeguard the temperature of the home ( since in the entrance some cold of the outside is cast).
He waited for me to close the door and stayed a moment behind her to listen. Sure enough, he closed the door.
I turned around smiling and thought: "God, it seems that I am married to Aran ...". He prepared my snack, gave me the backpack, the garbage bag, offered me his cheek to receive a kiss and accompanied me to the door and then close the entrance as we always do.
And all that with its 22 months. Aran, that boy who barely says "dad", "mom", "Ton" (Jon), "water" and "this". That boy who was not even three months ago. So small and so old at the same time.
Are not our children magical? So that later they say that children do not help.
