He bobs around me - scanning the room to find your face. He doesn't need to be in your arms but he always checks that you are near.
He comes to me when he's hungry; I gladly fix his meals.
He comes to me when he's hurt; I gladly hold him while he cries.
He comes to me when he's tired; I gladly turn out the light.
But you? You are whom he watches, listens to and learns from.
When I tirelessly practiced sign language to no avail and he first signed 'bath'? He mimicked you.
When I worried that he didn't point or wave 'bye' by his first birthday and you pointed up? He mimicked you.
When I feared him falling from the bed you scooted him around and said 'feet first'? He mimicked you.
One would expect me to be jealous; but, I am proud. Proud to have a little man so similar to the first man I love.
One just like him.