The Easter Egg hunt this year went off as planned. There were new hopes for Trav. He was four. His head was large, the frame of the body impressive. If I didn't know better I'd swear he was Pendentive's or Semper's son and not mine. My head is rather small and no longer full.
"Trav, you can go to the top of the hill, back down, by the fence and all the way back here, finding as many eggs as you can put in your basket."
"Where's the Golden Egg?" He asked
"No one knows. If you find it, great. But don't worry about it. It's well hidden. But you know where the boundaries are, right?"
"Yes Dad."
The starting yell went up and the children raced foreward. Trav was in the lead of the pack. Look at those thick limbs churning. And he didn't stop at the top of the hill like last year.
He stopped in front of an egg and stared at it. Once again, The Easter Bunny came over to assist.
I was yelling at him to go, go, grab the eggs and go. The rest of the kids were greedily gobbling the eggs into the sacks as fast as they could. The green was clearing. The Bunny put an egg into Trav's basket. He tentatively picked one off the ground and gingerly placed it next to the other. It was in slow motion, like watching a cripple going through his first new steps after the Accident. The two of them only managed a couple more before the Race was done.
The oldest Son had his own problems. Off he went, not following the Pack, but on his own, intent upon the Golden Egg. I didn't know it at the time, but an older girl had told the group unless they found the Golden Egg they were all Losers.
When the Hunt ended he was in tears. I couldn't make out what he was saying. There were three eggs in his basket, less than even Trav, so I thought that was it.
'It's just a silly Easter Egg hunt, Carter, don't worry. You don't need to grab a lot of eggs."
"No," He said, tears falling across his face. "I saw the Golden Egg first but someone grabbed it before I could get there."
There were people all around us. You couldn't hear very well. I didn't want them to embarress my son further. They'd probably think he was crying because he couldn't find many eggs. Half the crowd wasn't really speaking to me anyway, as I'd stopped going to their Church. "The Little Mountain Church Of Our Denial" I'd named it silently.
My Son wouldn't stop the silent tears. I talked to him.
There's a Lady in town with a Checkered Past. I wouldn't know about that; mine isn't so great either, nor are most of ours, but some townsfolk had assigned her the Goat. She walked over now.
"Don't worry. My girls did the same thing when they were Trav's age. All they could do was freeze. It took a few years for them to move, they were so shy."
This simple gesture made me feel much better. I'd begun to think my boys incapable of mass consumption. The other tots grabbed and consumed.
"Carter," I told him later at home, "there probably was no good answer. I'm proud of you for spotting the Golden Egg, even if you didn't get it. You could have yelled out you found it, but the other kid may have still beat you to it, or you could have done what you did; tried to get there before he saw it.
"You know," I said seriously, "this kind of stuff happens a lot in Life."
... ... ... ... ... ....
This and one more, this stuff that happens in Life. Trav brought his small yellow plastic stegasaurus dinosaur down the stairs today and marched him along the arm of my chair.
"Do you remember when you got that?" I asked.
We'd been at the Doctor's office for his shots. He was three and a half. The Doc wanted a lead test, so we had to draw blood. Only Trav would have none of this. Down the hall we went, three nurses, an X-ray Tech, myself and Trav into a room with a strappable bench. Trav knew something was up. He laid down as requested but struggled as soon as he realized they wanted blood.
It was only a finger stick- but oh what a finger. They couldn't hold it down. Four of them pinning him with their arms and weight and he in velcro straps. He looked at me pleadingly, screaming for help. How could I allow this? Finally, they gave up on the finger, flattened his arm against the bench, and drew reluctant blood with a syringe.
There isn't much to say after this. Welcome to Civilization? Sorry you had to see the violent heart of these nice ladies? Your Dad turned you over to Nazis? A Nurse brought in a bucket of toys. Some of them were quite good, five bucks each. Then there were the usual balloons and tiny figurines, a couple minature trucks and a few balls. Trav loved trucks. That's just a fact. I figured the largest Truck was coming home with us.
"You can choose two," She told him.
And out of the whole tangle, a very small, rubbery dinosaur was selected, a little bigger than a Quarter. It wasn't even a Meat Eater. A Vegitarian, for Christsakes, worth about ten cents. He was still sniffing but his eyes were alight, already forgiving us, and ready to leave.
My hard headed little boy picked the most vulnerable animal in that bucket. And he loves that dinosaur. The other toy is long gone and forgotten. It may have been a ball. Stegasaurus still lives here, a very bright yellow.
So I don't know what all this means. I never figured out the rules either. Watching my sons trying brings it back.
munk
"Trav, you can go to the top of the hill, back down, by the fence and all the way back here, finding as many eggs as you can put in your basket."
"Where's the Golden Egg?" He asked
"No one knows. If you find it, great. But don't worry about it. It's well hidden. But you know where the boundaries are, right?"
"Yes Dad."
The starting yell went up and the children raced foreward. Trav was in the lead of the pack. Look at those thick limbs churning. And he didn't stop at the top of the hill like last year.
He stopped in front of an egg and stared at it. Once again, The Easter Bunny came over to assist.
I was yelling at him to go, go, grab the eggs and go. The rest of the kids were greedily gobbling the eggs into the sacks as fast as they could. The green was clearing. The Bunny put an egg into Trav's basket. He tentatively picked one off the ground and gingerly placed it next to the other. It was in slow motion, like watching a cripple going through his first new steps after the Accident. The two of them only managed a couple more before the Race was done.
The oldest Son had his own problems. Off he went, not following the Pack, but on his own, intent upon the Golden Egg. I didn't know it at the time, but an older girl had told the group unless they found the Golden Egg they were all Losers.
When the Hunt ended he was in tears. I couldn't make out what he was saying. There were three eggs in his basket, less than even Trav, so I thought that was it.
'It's just a silly Easter Egg hunt, Carter, don't worry. You don't need to grab a lot of eggs."
"No," He said, tears falling across his face. "I saw the Golden Egg first but someone grabbed it before I could get there."
There were people all around us. You couldn't hear very well. I didn't want them to embarress my son further. They'd probably think he was crying because he couldn't find many eggs. Half the crowd wasn't really speaking to me anyway, as I'd stopped going to their Church. "The Little Mountain Church Of Our Denial" I'd named it silently.
My Son wouldn't stop the silent tears. I talked to him.
There's a Lady in town with a Checkered Past. I wouldn't know about that; mine isn't so great either, nor are most of ours, but some townsfolk had assigned her the Goat. She walked over now.
"Don't worry. My girls did the same thing when they were Trav's age. All they could do was freeze. It took a few years for them to move, they were so shy."
This simple gesture made me feel much better. I'd begun to think my boys incapable of mass consumption. The other tots grabbed and consumed.
"Carter," I told him later at home, "there probably was no good answer. I'm proud of you for spotting the Golden Egg, even if you didn't get it. You could have yelled out you found it, but the other kid may have still beat you to it, or you could have done what you did; tried to get there before he saw it.
"You know," I said seriously, "this kind of stuff happens a lot in Life."
... ... ... ... ... ....
This and one more, this stuff that happens in Life. Trav brought his small yellow plastic stegasaurus dinosaur down the stairs today and marched him along the arm of my chair.
"Do you remember when you got that?" I asked.
We'd been at the Doctor's office for his shots. He was three and a half. The Doc wanted a lead test, so we had to draw blood. Only Trav would have none of this. Down the hall we went, three nurses, an X-ray Tech, myself and Trav into a room with a strappable bench. Trav knew something was up. He laid down as requested but struggled as soon as he realized they wanted blood.
It was only a finger stick- but oh what a finger. They couldn't hold it down. Four of them pinning him with their arms and weight and he in velcro straps. He looked at me pleadingly, screaming for help. How could I allow this? Finally, they gave up on the finger, flattened his arm against the bench, and drew reluctant blood with a syringe.
There isn't much to say after this. Welcome to Civilization? Sorry you had to see the violent heart of these nice ladies? Your Dad turned you over to Nazis? A Nurse brought in a bucket of toys. Some of them were quite good, five bucks each. Then there were the usual balloons and tiny figurines, a couple minature trucks and a few balls. Trav loved trucks. That's just a fact. I figured the largest Truck was coming home with us.
"You can choose two," She told him.
And out of the whole tangle, a very small, rubbery dinosaur was selected, a little bigger than a Quarter. It wasn't even a Meat Eater. A Vegitarian, for Christsakes, worth about ten cents. He was still sniffing but his eyes were alight, already forgiving us, and ready to leave.
My hard headed little boy picked the most vulnerable animal in that bucket. And he loves that dinosaur. The other toy is long gone and forgotten. It may have been a ball. Stegasaurus still lives here, a very bright yellow.
So I don't know what all this means. I never figured out the rules either. Watching my sons trying brings it back.
munk
Basically i'm too lazy to research all the stuff you just talked about 
but could you lead me into the light on the old holidays and even the tradition of Christmas trees if you have the time. I guess you can just tell me where to read it and i promise to get around to it :footinmou 
Torsdag, Mittwoch etc.
