Milking them...for all they've got

He'll be eight in 8 days.

For the better part of the last 3 plus years, I've been taking him to bed.
We've got a routine.
Turning a small lamp on.
Him climbing up in the top bunk.
Me pulling his sheets back and re-spreading them over him.
Him sticking his hand up for a high five.
Me giving one back.
Him leaning forward.
Me kissing his forehead.
Me laying in the lower bunk.
A quick chat about this or that.
'Good night bub'
'Good night'
'Love you'
'Love you too'
Then off to dreamland.
Snores to follow -- often some of my own.
Then me, eventually, sneaking off to bed myself.

As the youngest of our three, I wonder when these days will come to an end.
For now, I'm here for as long as he'll have me.
Not digging too deep.
Not turning things over to look for an expiration date.
Milking them...for all they've got.

Caged...

I often have mixed feelings when I visit a zoo.

The animal lover in me is fascinated and appreciates how close we can get.
But once there, I'm often dismayed when I see animals outside of their natural habitats...often exhibiting caged behavior.

Walking in endless loops.
Lethargic.
Most of the comings and goings around them fading into the background.
Their ultimate movement, or lack thereof, almost robotic.
A shell of sorts...of what could be.

This visit in particular stuck with me.
It made me reflect on my own environment.
My life.

If you zoomed out above me, you might see similar behavior on display.
Daily habits well entrenched.
You could time my comings and goings.
You'd see well worn paths from my own endless loops.
A self imposed enclosure of sorts.

When all along I'm...

Free to roam.
Explore.
Be.
Do.

But I wake up and go thru the same motions.

And I'm not quite sure how that makes me feel.

Papa...

Monday.

Feeling unbalanced after having a week off.

Going thru the motions with relative disinterest….
…until stumbling upon this image
…which reminds me about a conversation I had with our youngest while driving home from Mom and Dad’s.

‘I wish I was really good at something,’ I share.

‘I know something’ he says.

‘What?’

‘You’re good at being a Dad. You’re the best dad in the whole world.’

‘Thanks buddy’

I smile.
He seems to be doing the same.

We ride the rest of the way home in silence.

Those words carrying me then…

…and still now.