This child in the photo, and in the photos you will see below, is my son Guim. My third son Guim. The last of my heirs. He is now 3 years old and for about a year he entered a most strange stage, at least for his father.
Strange because he is in an age where there are still traits of the time he was a baby, because he is still a little boy and you feel that you will never have a little boy, and you want him to grow up no more, and strange because he is at an age in which seems to be suffering early adolescence and there are times when it gets so unbearable that it makes you want to shout: "what do you feel like you are 6 years old!"
Well, that's what I'm talking about today, about That strange moment when they are 2 or 3 years old when you don't want them to grow up and you want them to grow up.
You don't want them to grow
A few weeks ago I put a picture of him on my Facebook and said "never grow up", because he is in a hilarious stage of life, when he is all innocence, still pure, spontaneous, as it is. He says what he wants and what he doesn't, because he doesn't say it. He does what he wants and what he doesn't, because he doesn't. He has that rag tongue with which he invents his own language every day. Pocoyo is "Copoyó", Superman is "Chucheman", Spiderman is "Síniman", impossible is "implosible", modeling clay is "apilina", I have pee is "que que pipi", do is "asé" and of course, when he spins several of These words one after another in a sentence, gesturing and making a face of transcendental, you look at it and say "I don't know whether to answer or eat it with kisses". Y Sometimes you answer and other times, you eat it with kisses.
And it is at the time when it is still left. You can take it, snatch it, tickle it, kiss it on its mofletitos and still laugh like when it was a baby. Be part of the laugh, and if you tell him to give you a kiss, he gives it to you with that asynchrony in which they first touch your lips with yours, or with your cheek, and half a second later, or before, the kiss sounds.
And you find it alone, playing with some dolls, and one tells another "The problem is the problem!" and the other one replies in a voice of an aphonic and dangerous uncle "No! I have to grab something. I am bad!" And of course, you can't help staring and listening to what is being cooked in these imaginary suburbs, just before the hero on duty to solve the shed.
He still has those little legs, the feet he puts in when he is lying and shrinking, focused on something, like when he was in the womb for a long time, the pits in various areas of the body and that baby tummy that does not want to leave yet.
And it still weighs a little, you can still take him in his arms, you can still carry him on his shoulders, you can still enjoy taking him and lifting him above your head and he laughs, and he loves that feeling of moving away from the ground, relying on the arms of Dad, they make him fly.
Who disguises herself at all times, and does not care to put on a costume that sticks a paper to a leg with jealousy, or paints her entire body, even her face, and if it can be, let it be a day before something happens important, so you have to go with your face all red, lest the others do not think that you have beaten your son. And so, in disguise, he goes out to the street because he doesn't care about going one way or another. He is Captain America, and if everyone can find out, the better. Let them know that he has come to impart justice.
It is at that time, in addition, that it becomes your best partner. Wherever you go, he goes. Nor that you are going to throw the garbage. "But if I go down and go back up." He doesn't care, if you leave, he goes. Run for his shoes, he puts them on as he does not touch (but son, do you still wear them backwards?) And appears half dressed, which forces you to give him a review to put the straight pants and the shoes on the foot that They are actually going. And you shake his hand and take it, as if you were on an excursion, garbage in one hand, child in the other, to the container.
And it makes that so funny to point out something that wants to show you and close one eye, as if you sharpen your eyes to explain clearly what you're pointing at, which archer sharpening his aim for the arrow to target.
It is in that age when don't know the danger, and it does not matter to him to have in front a small dog that one that triples the weight to him. He loves them, and runs to them, and caresses them as if he were never going to see them again, taking them from everywhere and doing that "Aaaayyy !!" that seems to want to hug them with all their strength, as he does to his dog, Roc, that has him crazy… that he does so much carantoñas as he beats him (“Noooo pegueeesss, that you hurt him!”).
And this is just the details. It is a whole, is to see that it is at the end of the baby season, that soon it will be an older child and will leave behind all this to give way to other things also fun and special, but different. I would like that my son was always like this.
You want them to get older as soon as possible
Because he has no patience, he opens the closet to ask you something and as you do not go to the first, or the second, he starts slamming doors. Who sees what the other has and wants it, but now. And if he succeeds, after tears, attempt to injure and try to break everything within his reach, he ends up leaving it forgotten seconds later.
That you can explain to him that it is not yet time to eat, that he rides a chicken because he wants to eat I do not know what (usually chocolate or something that carries it) even if it is not the time. That he starts to play with the dog, to hurt him playing, and the two fights end, and the boy crying.
Who plays with his brothers and overreacts in the use of forces, and you hear them jumping, laughing and wasting energy and after a while you hear them crying, screaming and trying to tear the other's hair out.
That he wakes up at so many in the morning, out of adjustment with the schedule of others, and then he sleeps at so many at night, with the same mismatch, and if he has taken a nap because he was tired, he can give you one , moment in which your body asks for mercy: yes, many nights is the last to fall asleep.
It is that mini-adolescence in which for anything they bind you, they get angry, they destroy you the first thing they catch and they show you that they have a minimal patience, at least they try to be yours, that they constantly test you.
And you feel like the years go by once and begin to understand things, but then they do something of the previous section again, and you look at them, and you are surprised saying: "never grow up".
And worse (or better) ... When they grow up, you forget everything and say "What if we have another one?" Y so we get together at home with three.
