And I love my son so very much. A feeling so powerful it can frighten me at times. I cherish his life and the gift of life he has provided for me.
At the time that my son was born progress was being made in my relationship with my father, who I had not seen and barely spoke to in 5 years. Now, 2 years and nine months later, as I stop to write a small blog post on a package that my father sent to his grandson, I realize the healing, growth, and fun that has transpired between my father and I. Between the three of us.
My father was at the checkout in a garden supply store near Granville, Massachusetts when he spotted the same nifty little balsa wood flying plane kits he used to buy for me when I was a child. Instantly he though of his grandson, Elliott, and picked out three of the models. Due to his spontaneous purchase he next made a stop by a near by post office, purchase a Priority Mail box, pack the box with crumpled brown paper bags from his trunk and ship the three plane kits to California.
All of the planes took flight. I was able to glide each one a couple of times for Elliott's amusement, but the real magic took place when they were in his hands. Roaring and racing. Soaring and diving. He was so excited that he was now able to fly about the yard; however, his love and energy for the play was so intense that the delicate balsa wood planes started to crack and splinter. Months later, to this day I will find coveted pieces of the planes placed on his bookshelf in his bedroom or stashed in a toy bin. He will not let me throw them away.
Growing older and maturing, changes in lifestyle, the need for connection, amendments & forgiveness, or having a child. Someone's grandchild. I do not attribute any one change or circumstance to the current relationship my father and I now have. Sadly, long overdue, and still so fragile in it's struggling infant stage, there is life and connection between us. My father and I. My son, my father, and myself. I am very proud of my son and my father. Each of us alone has their battles and challenges. For each of us the future holds it's mysteries and uncertainties. In the history of my life one of the most certain things is uncertainty. But for now the three of us have this relationship and these experiences together. Come what may there was an afternoon where the three of us took flight together and played.
|A few months later in the summer of 2013 my father|
& Elliott shared a homemade "Oreo" on a sidewalk
in Great Barrington, Mass.