Berkshires Summer 2010
Sometimes it’s obvious, like when you’re looking at school photos, displayed in chronological order, or maybe it’s sentimental, like height recorded along the length of a door jamb in the kitchen of a family home, but somehow at the end of our childhoods, there is a way to line up the markers of how we grew.
The emotional growth is a little trickier to track. One day we are asking our parents if we can please, please, please put the sugared corn flakes with the spy decoder prize into the cart, the next we are fighting them to pick up the dinner check.
This summer brought its own bittersweet milestone. First Born Prince is now taller than Grammy for the first time, and I’m sure he’ll tower over Grandma Irene when she comes to see us next week. It seems like yesterday Grammy was singing “The Noble Duke of York” to him while bouncing him on her knees and Grampy was buckling him into his car seat for a woad twip.
I am trying to stay cool and not get all crazy on everyone as I watch my boys shoot up past us all, as evidenced in the photographs I take every summer here in the Berkshires. I fear the photos from next summer…we all know who is next to be outgrown.
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