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enzo is 5

Friday, October 6th, 2006

Dear Enzo:

You turned 5 today, and this year, just like every year that passes with you, I’m amazed at quickly you grow.  You are a boy now, and every day you get more opinionated, more curious, and I can’t help thinking that you are growing up much more quickly than I can handle.  I’m old enough now that every day that passes seems much the same to me in a lot of ways.  I have the things I do every day, and while the details are different, there are a lot of things that are the same.  But every time I talk to you or even just see you going about your day, I see that every day is still new to you.  You are now old enough to think about things that happen to you, but young enough that the world is fresh.  How exciting that must be!  How scary!

You seem to have a contemplative nature like I do.  I can’t count the number of times you’ve surprised me by asking about something that happened days or even weeks ago, and the questions usually cut right to the heart of the matter.  There is no doubt that you are quite intelligent.  You have a knack for getting to the heart of things, and you are already starting to ask questions that I never know quite how to answer.  Like when you asked Kacey and I in the car on the way down to New Hampshire, “What is heaven, mommy?”  Kacey and I looked at each other for a minute and we let a silence go by that must have puzzled you.  Eventually we told you that it’s where God lives, and that seemed to satisfy you for the moment.

You were baptized this year, and though you seemed excited about it, I am not sure if it was due to the novelty of something unique or if you had an inkling of what it was all about.  We talked about it, but it was mostly in terms of being part of a community, rather than in God terms, just because it seemed to make more sense that way.  I don’t really know how to talk to you about God, and maybe that’s ok.  You will have to come to some things yourself, just the way I did.  I want to give you a framework for right and wrong, but you will have to decide them for yourself one day.  I think you are probably closer to Him than I am anyway, just by virtue of your young age.

You have really learned to love active sports too.  You love playing games like baseball and basketball and football with me, the holy trinity of father-son backyard goodness.  The weird things is that those are all team sports that you have never really played with any other kids.  I think if we played bocce, curling, and speed walking you would still love them.  Right around your birthday, we started your first organized sports, soccer, an hour once a week for four weeks.  There were no games or anything, just little fun drills and basic soccer moves.  When we were there you seemed like you were having fun, but you didn’t really seem interested in playing soccer skill games at home.  You just love going outside and playing.  Hockey, tag, hide and seek, or just plain imaginary made up games.  It’s different every time, and that’s what makes playing with you outside so fun!

In short, my son, it’s been a wonderful year, and I love you more and more every day.  You are now officially getting old enough for me to start worrying about you growing up too fast (even though I don’t think you are).  Keep having fun, keep learning, keep growing, and know that Daddy loves his Enzo.

Oh, and what did we do for your birthday?  Well, I took the day off work, and we went to Colchester to get lost in a corn maze.  We didn’t really get lost though, since we did the easy one and also because I am good with maps.  We forgot to bring the camera, but I brought my GPS…

argumentative

Friday, September 24th, 2004

i started the autobiography of benjamin franklin. in describing how he moved on to become a prose writer after starting on poetry, he says:

“There was another bookish lad in the town, John Collins by name, with whom I was inimately acquainted. We sometimes disputed, and very fond we were of argument, and very desirous of confuting one another, which disputatous turn, by the way, is apt to become a very bad habit, making people often extremely disagreeable in company by the contradiction that is necessary to bring it into practice; and thence, besides souring and spoiling the conversation, is productive of disgusts and, perhaps enmities where you may have occasion for friendship. I had caught it by reading my father’s books of dispute about religion. Persons of good sense, I have since observed, seldom fall into it, except lawyers, university men, and men of all sorts that have been bred at Edinborough.”

substitute the reading books about religion with debating current events at the dinner table and that has been my experience too.