Today is our older son's birthday, and he is in London, so we can only hope to reach him at the end of his day, as he is going out to dinner with friends. We will celebrate in March, when he returns. It is such a gift to see him grow and make his life choices and witness his interests and joys and sorrows. He's on his own, but with us watching and wishing him well. I'm sorry he's not with his wife, and she will have her birthday later this month without him, but they have this goal that requires sacrifice. He will soon have his Phd and she her MA and teaching certificate, and they will be teachers in new and different ways from their past. What a priviledge to see them grow and change and define themselves.
I think of our son as a baby and young child, somehow already himself, seen only on looking back. I remember his soccer, his interest in platetechtonics, his debate team, his french horn. His passion for learning has been there from the earliest time, and his desire for research and looking in depth at the world. I'm happy his field includes learning more about his father and that family line, and also takes him out of his home culture and into others. I'm proud of how kind and loving he is, and how many friends he has. I appreciate his sensitivity with us and everyone. As I was saying to my friend this morning, he is the Year of the Monkey, and his playfulness is at the center of his being. He loves word play, silliness and teasing. He makes me laugh. He's brought great joy to us, as have all the kids, but he's the oldest so he's gifted us with it the longest. We wish him joy.
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