When I knew you I was spring Ready for rebirth For things to begin anew Hope penetrated my soil You beamed at me Love blossomed
When I knew you I was summer Days were hazy And lazy flowing One into the next Love was carefree and easy
When I knew you
I was autumn
Looking back was peaceful
I tried to consume
And store you
Making sure I survived
Cold months ahead
When I knew you I was winter I needed warmth so badly I was desperate Starved in frozen land Trying to bring some light To dark days
I know you And you know me I am the seasons And though seasons change There are threads That bind them
I am always The air you breath I am day I am night I am the sun I am clouds Shifting I am turning I am stargazing I am the moon I have phases I am gravity Keeping you grounded I am wind Blowing worries away
Love has many parts Shapes But I shall keep it safe Always in you arms
*Just FYI this poem is mean to be a conversation. Bolded (or centered) lines are spoken by both people together. This is not meant to be gendered. It’s just about love.
Any letters in 2020 should probably be appropriate to the year. It has not been a great one. The world however is complex and the sum of events, even if on the darker side, will have bright moments in it. Watching you and your brother grow certainly has been the brightness of this year. How much you remember from this year, I don’t know, but in 2020 a novel virus called COVID-19 came into the public, killing many and disrupting lives. It has kept a social species largely away from each other and this has been challenging for all of us. Such things used to be commonplace in our world, but things have improved so much that in many countries people refused to believe that it was something to take seriously. It is. Needless to say your first year of school was cut short and you were forced to do much of your schoolwork at home. Similarly, for your first half of grade one. No vacations, no museums, no art classes, and little interaction with friends. I am sorry for this. I can tell what a social person you want to be now, and you were just starting to experience that and it all went away. We adults see time differently. Our larger sense tells us that this year will be but a blip in your lifetime and few memories will remain. In the smaller sense time feels excruciatingly long that we can’t give you all the experience a 6 year old gets. In the balance of things, I’m not worried.
There was a documentary that shows the results of testing the common notion, that the person someone is going to become occurs at the age of 7. While changes can be stark in children, I find it hard to believe you will grow up to be anything other than an amazing person. It is only in this past year that it has really struck me how kind and nurturing you are, and so patient with your brother and it has made me reflect on how I am as a parent. If I can’t be as kind, nurturing, and patient as you, then it is you who I must look to you as my source for inspiration. I believe that when someone brings you joy, you have something to learn from them. You have brought me joy since the moment I met you and I want you to know that I will always look to you to teach me, no matter your age. I am learning new lessons from you all the time just by the very nature of who you are. And you are so beautiful Dhyan I just love looking at you. I wrote this poem about it:
Sometimes I’m afraid I stare too long at your face
Each curve and contour my eyes follow and trace
I look away efface
Features burned I cannot erase
As I hold you in father’s embrace I know I can never replace
A beauty so perfect everyday teaches me the meaning of grace
And you’re smart. Oh so smart. You are reading books in the first grade that I couldn’t read until the 2nd and 3rd grade, and I had a pretty good education in Canada! I hope that I keep being the support you need to make sure you are challenged intellectually. I’m still not sure what you are going to be, but you do seem to have a knack for spatial thinking and design. I like watching how your mind works. No matter how smart you turn out, it is your kindness that I will always be the most proud of.
This year’s pandemic has had some positives because it has caused us to go outside more. We developed a bit of a ritual which is on hiatus for the cooler winter weather and that’s to go on a hike at a nearby park once a week. It usually involves a meal and a treat or two. A fair amount of stops along the way. But it’s a wonderful time to spend with you. We’ve even got you to write a few poems with me. The autumn was beautiful this year and each week we got to see the colors change and watch it together. It is a glorious memory. At one point, we even tried to catch falling leaves:
Standing in a rain of leaves you look up in wonder watching one fall circle sweeping towards you your body starts to run to twirl and I watch you like glue in love and then I watch the rain and want to play too and we are both laughing and cheering in triumph
I have started writing a lot of poetry this year. I joined the writing community on Twitter and it’s been wonderful for me to stay sane in what has been a difficult year. The pandemic has been stressful certainly, but really it’s more than that. You are going to grow in a country that is failing its people. The power structures have divided us, and they have many people supporting the very power structures that keep them from prosperity. Trump’s presidency is coming to an end and it can’t come soon enough. There is literally no person who is so morally bankrupt and inept and put in a position of power than that man. But this country was in trouble long before. Education is becoming increasingly devalued and this has put a lot of stress at my job as well. Infrastructure collapses all around. The actual positive things that made this country great are forgotten. It is bitter irony that a person who has made the situation in this country so much worse ran on the slogan of Make America Great Again. Whatever his definition of great, it isn’t that great. So that has been what I’m dealing with this past year, and so I just had a moment where I wrote something good on Twitter, and somebody noticed and it lit a flame. I write, because I need to remember that there is beauty everywhere. And that you can have a positive community of people who get along and appreciate beautiful things too. Who see the beauty of humanity and even the ugliness too. But it’s art. It tells stories, teaches lessons, confronts harsh truths but in a delicate way. Sometimes the world seems mad enough that you begin to wonder whether you are sane or not. Writing has helped remind me that I’m sane. Things may get tougher, but remembering the value of human creativity and feeling my own creativity come back gives me the strength of conviction that we will get through this together as a family. So that’s where my head is now.
I am sorry you will have no birthday party this year. But we will have happiness, because there is love. Happy birthday Dhyan. Thank you for making my life more beautiful.
The Minotaur seems very nice
A little rough
Around polished edges
This comes from being two people
Detached because he’s misunderstood
Misunderstood because he’s detached
But you can set the man free from bull
He’s a gentle beast after all
Tear down those four walls
Ring placed hopeful on hairy hands
And suddenly you’ll be a-mazed
It’s not four walls
And you’re inside
In fabled tales of old
The story’s often told
How Theseus searched for Minotaur to slay
But you’re no hero
He’ll bring your will to zero
And in that maze you’ll stay
It’s all in your mind
But I think you’ll find
Your hope is never-ending
Which way to go
You’ll think you know
With your wind and all your wending
Illusion of choice
Suppression of voice
He’s there to block your way
If you do the math
And find another path
He’s sure to make you pay
Well wrong IS wrong
Also right is wrong
Lost and listless
Crawling on hands and knees
Every decision you’ve made
Never pleasing his taurine form
You must be a bad person
You must not know how to love
You must be unlovable
You will never escape
And why do you deserve freedom?
It’s his labyrinthine home
Or you’ll always be alone
Sacrifice and appease
Then get on your knees
Or the Minotaur will rage
If you cause displeasure
He’ll use violent measures
Deadening ends within his cage
No straight lines
You’ll look for a sign
And cry out to the skies above
But if there is a God
Who observes you plod
He’s not one made from love
In truth your only sin
Was to open the door and let him in
And offer him your heart
But he’s had you pegged
In his morass you’re dragged
He’s been bending you from the start
What cosmic justice cares about us?
Kindness may be a virtue
The king of all
But why should souls
Who are manifest
Of love and compassion
Be prey to the most monstrous of humans?
If this be divine law or decree
Said Consciousness can keep it
Leave us alone
The heartbreak is too much for us mortals
Do You not hear women weeping?
Does not the sound of pleas
From the kindest among us
Trapped forever in mindless mazes
Shake the very foundation of heaven?
Let Kingdoms fall into the sea
Set love and kindness free
The changes that life brings when you have a second child are subtle. The main difference is you get a lot busier and time seems to fly. It’s hard to believe that you are 2 already. The baby in you is a shadow, and you are well on your way to a little boy.
For whatever reason, I think I believe that in many ways you’d be a lot like your brother, because nurture would be more powerful than nature, despite other parents telling me what surprises await. They were not wrong. Although you share your brother’s happy disposition, you are so very different. While your personality is still emerging from you at this age, I can feel myself falling love with a boy who has so many special and unique qualities. The first thing I love about you is how much you already love me! I’m not going to pretend you don’t love mommy more but compared to Dhyan who pretty much went into hysterics if mommy wasn’t near by the fact that you run up to me yelling “Daddy!” and give me hugs is amazing. The fact that you let me put you to bed is amazing. You are just so happy when both of us around. Sometimes you run back and forth between he both of us going “Daddy!”, “Mama!”, “Daddy!”, “Mama!” You are a sweet and loving child.
You’ve spent a lot of time on my lap this past year. I know it’s not the most productive thing, but at the end of day at work, you would sit on my lap and watch music videos or nursery rhyme song cartoons. It started off with music videos this kept you entertained for about 9 months, but suddenly you transitioned to more animated stuff. In the last month or month and half I noticed that you started to become scared of some of the cartoons where someone is falling or perhaps in danger of falling. There is a Humpty Dumpty nursery rhyme video that sends you into hysterics whenever it comes on. You cry, “Bam! Bam!” which is your word for falling down and start crying and I have to fast forward over it. You are none too fond of monkeys jumping and falling off the bed either and cover your eyes with your hands.
You have two very funny things that you do that just warms my heart. Even though you’ve gone long past the object permanence stage, you seem to think that you disappear when you cover your eyes. Frequently you will play a sort of peekaboo with us. We could be chasing you and then you’ll cover your eyes as if it somehow makes you disappear. It’s so funny. We then proceed to pretend we can see you and then suddenly you’ll remove your hands and laugh delightedly. The other bit of silliness is how you’ll pretend everything is a hat. From fruit, to books, to balloons. Your word for hate is wowwy. I have no idea where you got the idea that this was the word for hat, but that’s what you’ve been calling it for months now!
In general, your language skills are a bit bizarre. While you speak several recognizable words in English and Polish, and started speaking well before Dhyan, many of your words, while consistently used, do not resemble the actual word in Polish or English. You also seem to have entire conversations at times in gibberish and we can’t tell what you’re saying at all. All I can say is that I’m sorry and that I’m sure it was all very interesting and important. The sounds of your voice, whether I understand you or not is like music to my ears.
You are also much more of a naughty boy than your brother was. You have the best of mischievous grins. One that I secretly appreciate, even though I must outwardly scold. Speaking of which I’ve never seen a human more unphased by a scolding. There are times when I’ve yelled and given you the scariest of faces that would have sent fear into the little eyes of your brother and made him stop whatever he was doing. Your reaction is to look at us deadpan at best, amused at worst until we are finished and then wait until we look away to continue what it is that you were doing! Honestly I was a bit worried for a moment? Is this the reaction of one with a criminal mind? Someone who is remorseless of their wrong doing? Alas you are far to sweet to be such a person. You give hugs when someone is crying, and you give love to us and the kitties. You get worried about Humpty Dumpty falling. You’re just a little anti-authoritarian, I can’t really be upset about that. And I also think your reaction goes along with the fact that you are just a more laid back kind of personality. While happy like your brother, you have a laugh that is much more about just having fun and have no need to control the situation. You are content to just watch things happen and keep on laughing. In this way you are very much like me.
There is a quiet intelligence about you that I love to see. You figure things out quickly, and you love looking up at the sky just like I do. In this way I also feel close to you. Though it may to early to really gauge what passions will drive you, your mother is a geologist and looks down like your brother, you and I, I think we’ll be looking at the sky together. I guess we’ll see, but I can’t wait to see more of fills you with wonder.
As always, these letters are not only meant to be about my views of you are me as a parent, but also to let you know how I am at this stage of my life. Personal reflections are difficult right now, because this letter comes are a time where we are experiencing a unique moment in human history. Right now a virus called COVID-19 or the Corona virus is moving throughout the world population. It is a new virus and humans do not have an immunity to it. The country of your birth is being hit rather hard right now and the leader of this country could not be worse for this moment in time, although it is easily arguable that we should never have such a leader at any moment in time. Beyond that, on average the world is not prepared. These things are part of nature, but modern medicine has kept up with such viruses until now. We are practicing something called social distancing, quarantining ourselves, and many businesses are close to limit how close we come in contact with other people. This is causing a lot of economic hardship for many as well. There will be a great deal of death, especially to those who are old, and it will take time to recover as the global economy has slowed down significantly. We do this so that hospitals will not be overwhelmed with patients and we can save more people. We do this because we value human life above all other things. Still there is a great deal of fear, anxiety and men who crave power, and so there is discord in the better angels of our nature. I hope the discord is not so great that we can come out of this better than we might and that we learn the right lessons. Your 82 year old grandfather is with us right now and cannot go back to Poland as many countries have closed their borders to slow the spread of the virus and thus are not allowing many flights in and out. I believe he is safe with us, but if something were to happen, I want you to know that he came to help us take care of you while we were working and that he takes great care of you and loves you very much. I hope you will see him next year.
But for a 2 year old boy all you see is mommy and daddy get to be home with you more often and there is a great deal of joy. While at times you might sense our anxiety, this is a happy time for you and we are glad also to have more moments with you and watch you grow. Before I go, a couple of things. First, your brother really wants to love you and you very often push him away out of jealousy. This is normal, but I just wanted to know that he loves you so much and desperately wants to be close to you. Second, I want to ask one small favor of you. Could you please sleep through the night? That would be wonderful.
I will begin at the beginning. I write this letter on a Thursday evening a day before your birthday. It is a Thursday evening that you were born, and it was around this time of 7 pm. It is both a measure of being more relaxed at a second child being born and also having to care for your older brother that I arrived to see your birth just in the nick of time. No two births are the same, and yours was proof of that. No Cesarean, no long wait after labor had been induced, not even enough time for the epidural to kick in on your mother. I arrived at the hospital and navigated it’s labyrinthine halls to get to the delivery ward, still wondering whether I should have stopped to get that coffee first, figuring it would be a long night. I waited for a nurse for a few minutes at the nursing station to find out what room your mother was in. When one finally came she informed me that she was pretty sure my wife was in labor and making a few screams and that I better get down there right away. I did a somewhat unimpressive jog to the room. When I opened the door…well it’s hard to describe. It was a sea of pure femininity. Numerous nurses stood at the periphery, a doctor stood like a catcher in baseball staring down the birth canal, one nurse on either side holding your mothers legs. She was screaming in pain, trying to push you out. I stood there somewhat stunned. Quite sure that I was minorly responsible for the present scene due to some past action of mine, but had done little since to earn a place there. Your mother, was apparently too occupied to notice me, but I assure you I took no offense. A nurse near the door deftly assumed I was the father and led me through the war zone over to your mother. Some sort of bloody liquid spurted out of your mother against the doctor’s scrubs. A nurse stood aside and helped me get a hold of her leg (your mother…not the nurse). It was at this moment your mother was aware that I was there. She gave me a glorious smile and all of a sudden she made me feel like I belonged. She is good at that. After 3 pushes you came into this world. I clapped off the dust from my hands, wiped my brow and congratulated myself on a job well done. Really though your mother was just amazing. It was beautiful to see, and despite the fact that I saw one life form exit out of another, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. At the end of it all was you, to hold and love.
For 4 years we had only your brother to love, and the love seemed so overwhelming that I actually wondered if I could feel that kind of love for two children. It sounds like a silly thing to wonder, but I was worried that it wouldn’t feel the same, that I wouldn’t feel as connected, or that my love wouldn’t grow each day in the same way it did with Dhyan. You’ll be pleased to know that my worries were unfounded. It is different, because, well, you’re different, but it’s still intense and it’s still wonderful. I’ll admit that I don’t get the same thrill in watching your firsts as I did with your brother. There was certainly a sense of wonder watching a baby grow from birth, and that fascination isn’t quite the same with you. There was something more academic about it all with your brother, which for me is a thrilling experience, but it somehow all feels more personal with you. You are a wonder in of itself, because I can tell you look like me in features, but you are this light brown hair and blue eyed version of me which just amazes me. It’s like watching myself with a blue twinkle in my eye. It’s surreal. And I also realized a few months ago that really the biggest part of the sense of wonder I felt with your brother is that I was able to watch him unfold with no basis for comparison. With you there is. It’s so easy to compare you to your brother at a particular age, but I realize that’s unfair in many ways. I vowed on that day to just let you unfold as you are. No comparisons necessary. I think I’ve been doing a pretty good job and I hope I can keep it up. You deserve the freedom to be who you are without the context of your brother. I don’t need you to be more or less like your brother. I just need you to be you.
I want you to know that I feel a draw to you that I can’t put my finger on. I do feel there is more of me in you somehow. We’ll see how time bears this out. You have this infectious smile and laugh, and a laid back, easy way about you. You crawl to me when I come home, even when you mother is home and that’s a pleasant surprise, because your brother was always for mommy only as a baby. 🙂 I feel so close to you already, and your personality is only beginning to show. I am so anxious to meet you, I just can’t wait to see what surprises you have in store.
My favorite memory of you in this first year, is how attached you are to certain music videos. You seem fascinated by them, sometimes smiling, but always engaged. I have such fond memories of you sitting on my lap, sometimes erect and alert and sometimes laid back and cuddly. You have your favorites and playing a different video from the 13 or so songs you like, usually gets you fidgety and unhappy, but play one you like and you’re quiet as a mouse, content. I love just having you in my arms while we watch music videos.
You also are fascinated with looking up. When you were a few months old you were very fascinated looking up at the leaves in the tree. Now it’s lights, fans, ceilings. You have this gaze upward that fills your face with fascination, excitement, and wonder. You love when I spin around holding you in my arms, you look up watching the world spin with you. I love watching that smile on your face. I don’t need you to be a meteorologist like me, but I do hope you always like to look up in wonder.
I also am more starkly aware of how long each phase lasts having had your brother and in that way I have come to appreciate each moment more with you. And since I don’t plan to have any other children, I know these moments won’t come again. Whether it’s cradling you in my arms, singing you to sleep, or comforting you through the pain of teething, it all feels like something more to savor. You have just started to walk these last few weeks. The joy on your face and the sounds you make while doing it just delights me to no end. Soon that too will pass and you’ll just be walking as if that’s what you always did. I know from experience that when I sit down and write this letter next year you will be so much more than you are now. I can’t wait for you to unfold this next year. I can’t wait for the bloom of spring and the warmth of summer. I know you are going to love it! Thank you for being more than I could have hoped for and filling a heart to heights of love I never knew it could reach. Happy Birthday!
At the age of 26 (2000) I was fortunate enough to go to New Zealand. It was a pit stop on my way to Antarctica where I was helping out with a research project run out of my department at the University of Wyoming to study the stratosphere through balloon launches. The US Antarctic program launches out of Christchurch, NZ and so I got to spend a day there on the way in, and a spent a week in NZ on the way out.
People say Canadians are friendly, but I have to say this Canadian was humbled by the kindness of the Kiwis. The closest base to the American base of McMurdo is a Kiwi base. Every Thursday night the Kiwi base opened theirs to the Americans and it was a few mile trip to go down there to hangout with them in their adorable English style pub on the base, in which the snooker table took up most of the space. After a couple of visits I got to know some of the Kiwis on the base. It was a small base and it was the winter season so they were just at a bare bones crew of 17. When they heard I knew how to make Indian food their eyes lit up as they missed good food badly and said they had all the spices and some onions that were about to turn if they didn’t get used right away and would I mind terribly if I cooked them all some curry. It was an easy sell for me because they were wonderful people and so me and my colleagues came down on another night, and I cooked dinner and we had a wonderful time.
When I came back to New Zealand I spent a couple days in Christchurch and then went on a hike in their wonderful national park system on the north part of the South Island. I was not an experienced backpacker and on the first day of the hike, my sleeping bag fell off my backpack without me noticing and by the time I did it was too far to go back and get it. It was still only spring there and I made it through with just my quilted fleece during the night, but I certainly didn’t sleep well. So you don’t have to bring a tent, they have these huts along the way of these hikes you can sleep in. My sleeping bag was returned to the first hut. When I made it to the hut I was planning on staying in for the night, the lady who was operating the hut said she received word by radio that my sleeping bag had been found. I told her there was no real way for me to get it. I was hiking through to another town and then taking a bus back to Christchurch. I simply expected the sleeping bag as an item I wouldn’t get back. But the lady there arranged so that the bus I took back to Christchurch would meet a bus leaving from the town close to the first hut at a shared stop by the two buses. And sure enough it happened. I was shocked. The fact that they would make the effort like this to return a sleeping bag that I foolishly lost was amazing to me.
As I wandered around Christchurch one day looking for lunch I found this little restaurant. It wasn’t really during lunchtime and the place was empty. A little Maori woman ran the shop. We chatted for a bit. She thought for some reason I was a Mormon missionary. I told her why I had come from the U.S. and I decided to order a burger from her menu. She was so exciting to make an American an burger and she eagerly awaited my reaction when I ate it. Other that having meat between a bun it really wasn’t like any burger I had eaten. It was far better. Given that she really wanted to replicate an American burger, I don’t think my compliments of it being better than an American burger really assuaged her, but I could she beamed a broad smile knowing that she brought a smile to my face.
When I left New Zealand I had to take a flight from Christchurch to Auckland. As I walked towards my gate from the check-in counter, I was surprised to find myself suddenly at the gate without having passed through security. This made me very nervous, and I walked up to a counter and said, “I think I might have taken a wrong turn and walked into an area that I shouldn’t because I’m at the gate and I never went through security.” The woman just smiled in their easy, friendly manner and said “Oh, don’t worry, there’s no security for domestic flights. I remember just thinking to myself, ‘Where am I? This country is amazing.’
New Zealand is gorgeous. Rolling green hills, beautiful beaches, lush forests, snow-capped mountains. I remember seeing snow capped mountains right next to the ocean as a breathtaking sight, one I hope you all get a chance to see if you haven’t. The people are incredibly warm and laid back. They are thrill seekers. They invented bungee jumping. They have a ridiculous amount of sheep. I really wanted to move there. I still do. It’s the only place I have visited where I just knew in an instant that I could be happy there.
Waking up this morning to the news of the atrocity there was as heartbreaking as anything I could read. It is the kind of pain you might feel when something that you held is beautiful has been defiled by a vandal. I sit here, not knowing if that beauty will be restored, or whether this incident will forever change that wonderful country I fell in love with. One could argue that I wasn’t there long enough to really know that country, but I would disagree. At least to the point, where I can say with certainty, that this incident does not define them.
Yet I find that I am not surprised. If there is one thing this modern age has taught us is that these dark seams run through all societies. We live in a world that has extremism. The reason such men do these things is the same for all such extremist. They are driven by the furthest limits of anger, fear, and despair. The ideology they say they are fighting for is the exact same as the ideology they say they hate. Just different costumes. If they succeed at all, it is only because most humans are not like them, and that is important to remember. I write this letter to you New Zealand to remind you to not let this incident shatter your national identity. Be who you are, just do it better. This is a time for introspection, but from the ashes of this horrible incident show the world how your kindness is the spirit that defines you. Certainly introspection is warranted here, but remember the power of love and unity to combat hate. For today and for the near future there are families who are grieving. Grieve with them. Regardless of skin color or religion, they grieve as humans. They have lost, children, spouses, parents, friends…there is more that makes you alike than makes you different. Let all hearts be as one New Zealand.
As I write this post, it should be clear that I am now the father of two as it is the evening of Dec. 26th and this is getting done at the last minute. Usually I’ve started writing these a couple weeks ahead of time as I always want to put some good thought into it and also because I’m just excited to talk about how amazing you are and how you make me feel.
Before your brother was born I was thinking to myself how I would be writing two of these, but wondering how they would be different? Should I do a combined letter? Is there really something that I want you to know about me that I didn’t want your brother to know? Now that your brother is here it seems so obvious the different ways both of you excite me. I also started thinking at what point would I no longer feel the need to write these letters? After all, if the goal is for you to know who I am at this point in your life, at what age have you figured me out? And at what point should I just be telling you everything I’m thinking to your face instead of writing it in a letter you might read years later? I imagine that time is not now, but I am at awe at how perceptive you are. You have a great ability to see things for what they are, but still enjoy it, love it, have a passion for it. I love that at about you. There are few things about me that are important enough to me that I would want you to have it, but that is one of them. The ability to find wonder in the world we live in. So who knows how many more letters there might be, but probably less than I think.
That being said, the truth is I really don’t understand why you are the way that you are. I always thought that parenting would be like this constant verbal reinforcement of good values, and how to practice empathy, and that it would be a struggle that you would see come to fruition only years down the road. And maybe it’s that too, but right now it just feels like you are just suddenly amazing and I don’t know why. I can’t link it to something I’ve done or told you. This year you’ve already taken the first step towards understanding charity and I couldn’t be more proud. Understanding that there’s a way to help people and animals who are in peril is important. But more than that you are beginning to see your own good fortune and that’s the first step in having gratitude for advantages in your own life. But I don’t need to tell you these things it seems, somehow you will just figure it out. I do worry about making sure you have good values, but you keep surprising me by seeming to have them without much effort. My greatest wish for you and your brother is that you’ll be kind people. Yeah, you may face challenges greater than I had to face, and people might argue that toughness is more important. But I don’t feel toughness has to be sacrificed for kindness. Both are possible, and in general I think people have the wrong idea about what toughness really is. Kind or unkind there are tough people in this world, but also a lot of people pretending to be a lot tougher than they are. I feel the reason they pretend is because there is just not enough kindness. So I feel I’m justified in making that my most important goal for you. And you already are kid. You even make me reflect and look inward and how I can be a better person in this world. I hope I can be a good guide, but I have no doubt that this will be a journey where we will both grow as humans…together. I’m so excited for the journey you are going to take me on.
This year you became a brother. I really didn’t have any doubts you would be a good one. You are so sweet and loving to your brother. The only thing I worried about is you getting impatient for your brother to be a playmate. But you’ve been so patient and understanding both towards him, and towards us as we often have to take care of the baby over playing with you. When Allie was new, when he’d cry you’d always cover your ears. You hated to hear him in distress. You still do of course and you even get very flustered at times when you can’t make your brother feel better. It’s hard for adults too honestly, we just have more psychological tools to fall back on. But it actually makes me feel more at ease that Allie already has a brother who is so worried about him and loves him so much. I know, within your ability, you will also do your best for Allie and that means a lot to both your mother and I. Your brother already responds to you so much. He’s going to look up to his brother, and I have no doubts you will take that responsibility seriously.
This is the part of the letter where I talk about the year, by the numbers. Literally. You have shown a great interest in numbers this year. As a person who loves math, I couldn’t be more excited. And while your actual math has improved, I’ve more enjoyed your questions which aren’t really aimed at necessarily solving math, but just about numbers in general. Like how big they are, how they are sequenced, or how they are written. You sometimes just sit there and ask me to add numbers together. You’ll be like “what’s 100 plus 17?” and I’ll say “117”, and then you’ll say, “But then what is 1 million plus 17?”, “Then I’ll say one million and 17”. You won’t even respond, it’s like you are just processing it all, looking for patterns. The time I was the most impressed was after telling you very little about multiplication, you suddenly announced that 6 time 2 was 12. I was stunned. And for some reason you had decided to count two nobs sticking out of a light fixture 6 times, and just realized how multiplication works. I have no idea how smart you are compared to other children, but I do feel confident in saying you are a smart boy. The kind of smart that will serve you well whatever situation you find yourself in life.
It seems I have talked mostly about how amazing you are. Honestly you are more amazing than I can let on. I suppose that’s always going to be the case, since I don’t want to give you too big of a head, especially since I might just be heavily biased. 🙂 But I guess I should say a few words about where I’m at right now, since that was the point of these letters. The truth is, if talking about you so much is any indication, I’d say that I am probably certifiably a dad right now, because talking and thinking about someone constantly is just what you do when you’re in love. And I’m in love with my boys. 🙂 There are worries in life right now. The politics in this country are still a shambles. My job situation isn’t great right now, and I’m a bit worried about that. Life might have some big changes in it at some point nearer in the future than I thought, but it’s still not that near. Nevertheless there is sort of a different mindset you get in when things are less secure. You and your brother are a big part of what keeps my strength up. I also don’t want to lose precious moments with you, even when there are legitimate things to be stressed about. Maybe even more so because there are legitimate things to stress about. Love should always be a light in the darkness.
Before I go, I just wanted to say that it was awesome that we had our first road trip together. It wasn’t planned that way, but Allie got sick and mommy had to stay home. It was a great time and I’m going to enjoy having trips with my sons in the future. 🙂
Also, so you know, you are still a clown and can make me laugh like no other. I will not be shocked in the least if you become a comedian.
All parents say how quickly the time flies with your children, and it would be easy to say that 5 years have flown by. But truthfully I’m try not to bemoan the loss of the littler version of yourself because I’m just always so excited to see who you are becoming. I accept the fact that you must grow and no force in the universe can change that. Why waste time on wondering where the time went, when the present is to be enjoyed? I plan on just enjoying the journey of being your dad. 🙂