My Son

Last night I brought Caedmon down to go to a meeting with about 10 friends. When we came in Caedmon was pretty frightened by all of the white people. (He hasn't seen white folks except for me for a while.) Also, they--all of them at once--acted extremely happy to see him, which kind of freaked him out. He cried heartily for a couple minutes, but finally after I took him outside the room for a moment, he stopped crying and steeled his nerves for a reentry to the room with all of the hyperactive white people.

We went back in and sat down on the couch. I held him on my lap for a few minutes but then got tired of holding him, so I set him down beside me on the couch and gave him my cellphone to play with. So he was just sitting there beside me playing with my phone. Father and son at a little social gathering. He played there happily not minding anything else. By my side playing there. I was really proud of my little son. He seemed to me then like my son rather than like my baby.

Caedmon had to go eat so we left early. I held up Caedmon's hand and said "byebye" to the friends. Caedmon waved and waved to them. They were charmed and amazed and hyperactive. Think Caedmon was feeling happy to be in his fathers arms and leaving with his father rather than being left behind with the over-happy strangers.