Get up (get on up) by jtsanto

Get up (get on up)

I think I have already documented Diego’s love for his helmet we bought so he could safely practice on his balance bike. What hasn’t yet been detailed is his growing affection for climbing. The helmet isn’t necessary during his scaling adventures, but I was exceedingly glad he happened to be wearing it as he mounted the loose rock wall that lines the front of our home. I suspect the wall dates back to at least the early 20th century, and it’s easy to accept that with our house dating back to 1833, so too could the collection of larger and smaller stones comprising this property border. Yet here’s Diego, fearlessly setting to task with nail-biting balance and footing as sure as a New England weather forecast. I know I have talked about the rock wall and the wrought iron gate at the front path of house, how I wonder how many kids Diego’s age climbed and played on it. But seeing him today made me wonder if he’ll get the chance to remember his climbs; as he is only two, so many of his memories are temporary and will be lost to that huge learning explosion that happens between three and four years of age. This wall, so big to him - such an accomplishment - will get smaller and smaller, less special and impressive, as he grows taller, stronger, more dexterous. I guess we’ll have these photos to show him and provide some context, but still it’s with a note of sadness that I recognize his toddlerhood is so precious and brief.
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