Was mich bisher am stärksten am Eltern-sein "umgehauen" hat, hat Alex Bogusky wunderschön beschrieben.
Not very long ago I could hold him like a football in one arm and now he's in High School. There are times defined by a singular emotion but the really important times are defined by a cocktail of feelings that intertwine like a bowl of spiritual spaghetti. This one an ingredient list of joy, sadness, longing and peace and probably others that I don't yet have the emotional palette to detect. All I know is it tastes wonderful and weird and it's spicy enough to make my eyes water.
When he was a very little boy he looked up at me one night while i was reading him a story and said, "Dad, your the best dad I ever had." Kids say some bizarre shit. But they seem know stuff at that age that somehow over time they're forced to forget. It's like they're waking up from a dream about other lives and other worlds. Or perhaps they're being lulled into the sleep of this world. Anyway, I of course said, "Son, you're the best son I've ever had." And whether I live a million lives or it all ends with this one that will always be true. And I just don't know how to feel about that.
Mixed emotions will have to do.
Und auch, wenn es für mich noch nicht wirklich lange her ist, bzw eigentlich sogar noch der Fall ist, dass ich Noah ganz locker "wie einen Football" in einer Hand halten kann, deuten sich die von ihm beschriebenen Gefühle schon an.
Und machen mich meist einfach sprachlos. Weshalb ich es umso umwerfender finde, wenn jemand einfach daher kommt und sie so (fast schon zauberhaft) auf den Punkt bringt.