It’s my contention that we all have two ages: our numerical age, mine is 39, and our true age, I’ve been 23 for years. Today, according to Errol’s brilliant pediatrician, Dr. Hunsinger, Errol, who is officially 18 months old, has now reached the developmental milestones of an eight month old. Which is reason to celebrate. Sometimes when Errol was a wee baby, it seemed like he would be stuck in infancy forever. Now, Errol is making great strides (not literally - yet), and is surprising us all the time. Friends who haven’t seen Errol in a while, can see the difference right away, and remark on what a big boy he’s become (23.3 pounds). And, in so many ways, Errol is acting like a big baby now: he can transfer toys from one hand to the other, use both hands at once, scoot around on the floor, turn on his side, babble, and do on-line checking.
It’s a great joy to watch him grow up. A thrill.
With Errol, we’ve gotten pretty used to knowing that we don’t know what’s next (which is more true of life than we’d like to admit). We certainly can’t assume that Errol will always be ten months behind his numerical age, or that he might even catch it one day, but it’s nice to know he’s growing. One thing we do know for certain about Errol is that he is a beautiful, happy, radiant boy, who brings joy wherever he goes. And that’s one thing about Errol that I doubt will ever change, no matter his age.
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