Friday, August 12, 2011

A Pirate's Life For Me... Er... Him.

Born wild they said. 
I had been warned... 
little boys... 
they are wild from the start... 


They told me. I believed them, to some extent, or so I thought. But just how was I to know what exploring really meant to a boy barely even able to walk yet?


As a little girl I scraped my knees, dirtied my clothes, walked invisible planks and sailed invisible ships


But now I see that I never instinctually knew just what swashbuckling meant. I didn't hoist curtains or climb rope ladders made of thin air... or the backs of chairs.... at least not that I can remember.


But at eleven months old he already loves a good chase... whether it's him chasing us or us chasing him makes little difference. A spark of willful, determined disobedience in his eyes.
Defiance.



But Mommy can't you see.... 
it's dreadfully clear... 
that your baby son is none other than a pirate!


And so I watch as he learns and grows knowing in my heart of hearts that sooner, rather than later my son will take to the sea...


...without me.



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