I was complaining about Zane to Brandon last night:
"I just feel like I'm losing my grasp on him."
"I feel like he's losing some of his sweetness; some of his politeness. He's less innocent, less trusting, less..."
hmmm. "Well, yes!"
So you're telling me this is normal?
Normal maybe, but still, it's painful.
One of the goals I've been mulling over is how to not just watch this transition and say, "Remember when you used to be this way?" or "Well, we were close until.." Instead, I dream of to growing with my zaneman, enjoying every stage.
Brandon has much to teach me in this area; he naturally plays along with whatever Zane wants to do, be it transformers or card games or monster outside. He doesn't dumb down his play for our 5-year-old, like I do. And guess what? I think it might be the secret. This weekend, when Brandon asked Zane if he'd like me to join in on a game, Zane replied, "I don't think so." "No?" questioned Brandon. "Why not?" "Well, she isn't very good, you know." hmm. seems my 5-year-old is already on to me and my attempts to shelter him from hard things. and apparently, he likes the other way better.
So, I'll do better. or at least, I'll try.
Because painful as it is, this kid is worth it.