I look at him and remember the chubby little baby, the smiling toddler, the curious preschooler, and the funny little boy. I remember the awkward teenage years and the wisdom and humour he brings to my existence.
As with all of my children he's taught me so very much. He reminds me to see the wider perspective. His empathy reminds me to consider the feelings of others and to consider the "whys" of peoples' actions and to have compassion. He has a knack for seeing the side of an argument I'd prefer to ignore.
We're so very different, he and I, and yet he's one of my closest friends. We have almost nothing in common. He leans toward the conservative and I toward the liberal. He supports bans on gay marriage and I support equality for all. I detest RPGs and video games. I have no patience for the manga and games he likes. I can't even begin to understand teen culture of today and we struggle some days to find enough common ground to have a conversation.
And yet, he'll patiently listen to my discussions about the latest sewing project or the new canning recipe I want to try. And I try so hard to understand why the latest game is holding his attention and listen patiently to his explanation of the strategy that gets him to the next level.
I love him. It's that simple.
I'm so blessed that he came to us and give thanks for his energy and presence.
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