We had rented a beautiful house on the river, just the four of us. Me, my son, his wife and their son.
My grandson was 19 months old. I noticed him frozen in his tracks, a very unusual moment for this extremely active toddler. He was standing at the bathroom door, peeking through the crack.
He stood there for the longest time…long enough for me to run for my camera.
Psychological, spiritual, or Oedipal, I wasn’t sure, but I knew I was witnessing something profound.
This precious little boy was completely in love, captivated by his mother who was sitting in the bathtub, washing her hair.