Waiting for his treat, he forces a splayed hand as close to my view as a three foot frame can stretch. I am about to drop them one. two. three. into his grasp until I looked down and see his hand waiting in true toddler fashion. Fingers spread, his palm urges upwards. Everything I hand him will tumble to the floor.
I take the last of his baby-chubbiness into my own hands, forming a bowl for his treats to land. He catches them smiling and shovels them to his lips before they can sprinkle a crumb to the floor.
We will practice this for years to come.
cup your hands
gather all you have been given
What is one thing you hope your children grow up to appreciate?
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