Something magical happened over the weekend. My little guy, all of 13 months, figured out the high five.
I don’t know where it came from. I wasn’t trying to teach him this and neither was his mother. His daycare doesn’t seem to be the source either. But for the past few days whenever we hold out our hands at his eye level he gives it a high five.
If that were it, I’d still get a little giggle from it. But I get a little giggle everyone he learns something new. But what really makes this comment worthy is that every time he gets a high five he just seems thrilled. I’m talking peek-a-boo level happy here.
There is a simple joy to seeing him figure some thing out and getting thrilled by the new thing he can do. That this is something that needs another person, that it is a social act, means I get to be a part of it.
Or maybe because I like high fives I’m just happy I get to high five my little guy.
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