When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.
Friday, March 11, 2016
You were lying at one end of the couch devouring a book the other day, your bare feet dangling over the edge of the cushion you had them propped up on. I was caught off guard by how long your feet suddenly looked to me -- it was as if overnight they had grown a practically impossible amount. From what I know of boys your age, your body will follow not far behind in a similarly shocking growth spurt; soon you will fill up so much more physical space with your sprawling limbs and ideas. I said this out loud to you, that I thought from your foot size you were going to get taller soon, and I could see in your eager smile this notion pleased you. You want to be taken seriously, to have your outer frame match the giant concepts and convictions you carry inside you.
When I asked you what you'd like to have for your celebratory birthday treat, you immediately dismissed the idea of cake. I should have known that cake would be far too predictable, too ordinary for your liking. You decided on banana splits, in proper dishes, with homemade brownies on the bottom, three different flavours of ice cream, and the bananas sliced in rounds, not lengthwise. You asked for strawberries, and whipped cream, and melted chocolate to drizzle over everything (if it wasn't too much trouble). Oh, and nuts. And sprinkles. And a cherry on top. I thought this was a perfect birthday treat for the ways that it's just like you: sweet, complex, and wonderful.
Happy 12th birthday, Will! Your dad and I feel so much joy watching you grow more extraordinary with each passing year. No matter how old or how big you get, I'll never grow tired of learning to see the beautiful, captivating world from your perspective.
Love, Mom xoxo