Quiet

We are together a lot. My husband, 4 year old son and me. Even pre pandemic, we were probably together more than most. Unless my husband was traveling for work, we were existing under the same roof for incredibly long stretches of time.

My son is at his grandparents for the evening. It is deafening how absolutely quiet it is in this house. Something my husband just said that really struck me was “it’s interesting not to be in his brain for awhile”

That’s exactly how this feels. This respite of wild creativity and play. Obviously, it’s tricky to say this without seeming bias, but my son is kind of brilliant. Rich in sensitivity and innovation. He makes up some of the best songs I’ve ever heard and has solid rhythm for a little dude. He can only watch a movie for so long before he jumps up and insists “it’s time to play (insert movie title here)”. It’s almost as if he is only watching the movie to get the vibe to then evolve into his own production.

I can see him as a super fun friend or boyfriend one day. We were in France before he was two and went to this evening of dance that my mom’s cousin insisted that we had to experience. It was this intense form of British dancing and was incredibly intricate and intimidating. Everyone could join in and there were tons of people dancing but if you didn’t know what you were doing you were absolutely left behind. My son was right there with them dancing. I know he was just a baby and fearless but I see this carrying on as he transforms into a little kid. We went to a ski lodge last week to watch people ski and snow board. He didn’t get it. He kept saying to me “now you and I can go up the chair lift, mom” He’s absolutely a doer and won’t be one to watch things happen, he’s going to get in there. He will be probably be the messiest of everyone.

So, as I am given a little break from him, I can’t help but reflect on the absolute thrill of being in his orbit.