Growing Up

Its funny, in how many ways growing up can be defined. My nearly 2-year old son was cribbing about how he didnt want to go to the creche. He came up to me and said "Papa no creche, no.no..". He's been that way off late, ever since he's gotten smarter and come to realize that its going to be a regular feature of his life.

Not knowing what else to tell him, I told him how Papa and Mama needed to go work to make money and the money was what bought new clothes, mmam (food) and toys. If we didn't go to office, there wouldn't be money. He listened intently to the entire spiel and then almost as if he understood it all, kept quiet and talked about something else. I dont know how much of what I said he understood, the concepts I spoke of - money, buying things with money, new toys/clothes and going to office for work are all things he understands independantly.

Whether he put all of that together or not, I will never know, but in that one instant my son grew up far more than I ever wanted him to.