When they were finished, they stood back, hand in hand, to admire their work.
Antique Daddy bent down on one knee and pulled Sean to him.
“Sean,” he said, “Some day, a long time from now, when you are an old man, as old as Papa George, I want you to come back here to this very spot. I want you to look at this tree and remember that you and I planted it.”
Sean made that awkward long face that he makes when he’s trying not to cry. Then he looked up at his daddy with big fat tears threatening to tumble down his face. He shrugged his shoulders and held out his hands with his palms up, the universal gesture of bewilderment.
“Sometimes,” he whispered and then paused thoughtfully.
“Sometimes I want to grow up… and then sometimes… I don’t.” And then he shrugged again.
Oh Sean. That’s exactly how your mommy and daddy feel. Sometimes we want see you grow into a man with a life of your own. And sometimes we want to keep you a little boy forever.