Sometimes my little guy surprises me. Most times, I think of him as a typical 6… er, I guess he’s 7 now… year old boy. He fights with his sister. He wants to play XBox. He doesn’t like girls. (Give him a few years… he’ll grow out of it)
But then sometimes he surprises me. A few weeks ago he asked me if I liked my job. Huh? Where did that come from? When I tried to find a nice way of putting it, he stopped me and asked me again. Then he said “So sometimes you have to do something you don’t want to do, for money?” Then he gave me a big hug, and walked away. The kid was 6 at the time.
Now he’s 7 and last night I was sitting out on the steps, talking on the phone, and admiring the full moon reflecting over the river. My little guy came out and quietly sat down beside me. After my phone conversation was done, I asked him what he was doing. Quiet is not something that he normally does well.
“Looking at the moon… I’m watching the clouds… the gun just went over it.”
Yup, sure enough… there was a break in the clouds that looked very much like a handgun. It had passed over the moon a short time before.
I was pretty well stunned. This was very much something that I would do. And if either of my children were going to be sitting out there with me, I would have put money on my daughter being the one, not my son. But there he was, admiring the full moon… imagining shapes in the cloud cover. The gun was easy enough. But then he saw a man holding his thumb up… an alligator with his jaws open… neither of these were apparent to my eyes, but I appreciated his imagination at work. It was me… a tiny version of me… No XBox, or Nintendo DS… just a simple full moon with passing clouds…
And there we sat.