July 17th, 2009

creature comforts

Jack is four now. I’m lately into the practice of watching him when he doesn’t know I’m looking. His little lips twisted in concentration over some epic battle amongst action figures; he hums way off tune, creating the soundtrack for whatever his “guys” are doing. He’s into rather heavy play these days: everything is either a “good guy” or a “bad guy” and someone is always about to go to battle and get knocked to smithereens. The big questions are starting to come from him: what does “dead” mean? What is “evil”? Why is this or that person a “bad guy”? There was a time not all that long ago when he would imagine a rich and diverse life for his play things, but these days, rather than making train tracks or parking garages out of his wooden blocks, he much prefers to turn them all into heavy artillery. Jack has currently a very one-track mind about what constitutes rightful subjects for play and “shooters” abound.

But at night...(sigh)…he still asks for his Bear Bear, and for Cuddly, too. He whispers to them privately as we turn out his light, and he stills holds them close all night long and drags them by the arms into our room in the morning, all fly-away hair and heavy with sleep. I find myself loving these bears so very much for reasons I can’t quite articulate yet, but which are all wrapped up in the complicated and wonderful growing up of this boy who I am so insane about, gun-toting and all.


Posted by: Sarah on July 17th, 2009
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