#4 will be 12 at the end of the month. In many ways he’s a typical 12 year old with his fondness for body-generated music and aroma, messes (“I like to see all my stuff!”). and movies with explosions (most recently The A-Team).
However, he also loves order. He is very precise when he sets the table for dinner: napkin folded just so, drink glass placed precisely, knife and fork inevitably backwards from the standard, but he’s left handed so I don’t worry about it.
He has an appreciation for beauty, bringing me flowers from the front yard (dandelions) or the back (camellias), or wanting a specific quilt on his bed, because it matches the sheets and curtains.
Yesterday he was
playing messing around (I forget sometimes that 12 yr olds don’t “play”, they “mess around”) with his legos on the coffee table, and created this charming tableau and offered a brief dissertation of the juxtaposition of form,function, beauty and utility, and how it is possible to find comfort and peace amongst such disparate ingredients.
Oh. And that’s not dust on the coffee table. That’s pine pollen. (that’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it)