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How Could We Have Known?

Who knew, this person would become ...

He was tentative. A boy who

walked ahead but

always looked back to be sure of me.

At night, his pinky-finger

curled neatly beneath his chin,

He was gentle.

Too gentle, we worried.

He didn’t like team sports, games with balls or pucks.

He said they were not games.

That games were supposed to be fun.

That some sports were mean.

“There’s too much, too fast,” he said.

“And so much yelling.”

Still, we made him try.

Made him put on uniforms.

Made him get on the field.

On the court.

On the ice.

We told him to have fun.

To get dirty.

And he came home, quietly peeled off his outer layer

and (without complaint), he took a scrap of soap

to wash his hands.

He was delicate, a white moth fluttering against the night window.

But he knew something that we didn’t.

He knew it with certainty, something

we could have put all our faith into.

If we had only been listening.

He knew

That he would grow into himself.

... this person?

This piece was written for Galit and Alison who asked us to share the “MEMORIES WE CAPTURE.”

Note: I am thrilled to announce that I actually was the lucky winner in the “Memories Captured” contest, and I can now select any image that I love and have it transformed into a  16″ x 20″ canvas from Canvas Press! Yay! Can’t wait to show you the results!

62 thoughts on “How Could We Have Known?

  1. Tears! He’s just like my son. It’s so wonderful to see what a confident guy he has become. Loved reading this post so much.

  2. This is a beautiful tribute to your son and your relationship. Too often as parents we get caught up in what we think they should participate in and yet left alone to make their own decisions, they always seem to make the right ones!!

    1. You are so right! Why don’t we trust them. I mean, I have learned to. But why didn’t I? I guess because I wanted hm to do what I loved.

      It’s been an adjustment.

      But now we all love something new. That’s his. 😉

    1. Hi my beloved Julie!

      Weird to see how the soft places have become hard edges. And this picture is old. It’s about 18 months old. He made me crop it because he didn’t have “proper” fencing shoes.

      I love that he knows himself so well.

      Like you said, I hope I can figure myself out as well.

      One day. 😉

    1. Hi Alison! I had trouble hooking up earlier today, but I made it. Phew. Meanwhile I read a ton of the links. There are so many compelling posts. You guys should be proud of your coordinated efforts! Really lovely photos and really lovely stories!

  3. Oh, this is wonderful, Renee, but then you already know how I feel. Sometimes I think it must be impossible to know how to guide a child along–how much, how little, how? I skipped that whole baby thing, avoiding the great terrors and anxieties along with the joy. Thanks for visiting my blog. I thought I did have a tweet button, on the left there somewhere, or down at the bottom with the “share” button. See, if I HAD had children, they’d be in a position to help me with all this computery stuff by now. Dang.

    1. You have a tweet button that gets us to follow you, but not a SHARE button which makes it easy to tweet. You were worth the extra effort! Plus, I might have just missed it.

      You are a great writer; I read your latest post too!

      So nice to meet you.

      And can I say, I don’t think I’d have a blog without Tech Support.

      And by Tech Support, I mean my son.

  4. What a beautiful poem Renee.

    The thing I love the most about being a mom is watching my children just “become” right in front of my eyes, the person they were meant to be and the joy that comes from just sitting back and letting them find their way.

  5. Oh my heart, girl!

    This? Is stunning.

    Your words are lovely, yes.

    And your photos tell a story, also yes.

    But your love, oh my heart your love, is perfection.

    {I love this.}

    xo

  6. Well, first things first: Looking at the first picture might have been a clue to where he was headed in picture #2. 😉

    He has definitely grown into himself. He is a fencer, a “Tech Support” dude and a mensch. And in a few months…he will be a man. At least according to Jewish tradition. Not sure if they were picturing Operaman. But, what can you do? The kid has musical talent, too!

    What were you worried about??

    1. I am so glad you wrote! I love when former students find me! I can’t wait to hear about your interview. And by the way, “Monkey” prefers to be called “Tech Support” since you last saw him. He’s growing up.

  7. Oh how I love this! I have one of these amazing kids who marches to her own drum but shines like a diamond. I think it’s easier that she’s a girl. So glad you celebrate him.

    1. I don’t know if it’s ever easier when you are different.

      Kids can be mean.

      And as my friend with three sporty kids likes to remind me, the sporty kids always have it easier.

      Sometimes easier isn’t the only road though, right?

  8. Hi, this is my first time here at your blog and I’m touched by this post. Lately the hubby has been commenting about how our boy should be playing with more ‘masculine’ toys and even suggested getting him toy guns and swords and stuff, but I told him to leave him alone – he’s not even 2 yet!! I must get the spouse to read this! Thanks again, it’s a wonderful post!

  9. It just amazes me how well a child can know his likes/dislikes/passions/etc. at such an early age.

    What amazes me even more is the amount of patience he showed as he dutifully participated in all of the activities you provided for him.

    Thank you for sharing this.

    1. My child is infinitely patient.

      He amazes me.

      What child can delay gratification like this one?

      He’s an old soul, I tell you.

      And you are right! I would have exploded in defiance, but that is not his way.

      Which worries we, too.

  10. what a lovely post – and the echo of little boy in disney to serious-minded fellow with epee is just wonderful. it’s a little weird, though, at least when I read this post, to end the post and then have a flashing ad for “world of warcraft” video games. Not sure if you have control over that but it installed a kind of cognitive dissonance – that notwithstanding, your post is terrific. I hope when he’s older you’ll show it to him?

      1. Other people (and you yourself, actually) will see ads when you aren’t signed into your blog.

        At least, that’s how my free hosting here at WordPress works. If I sign out and view my blog, I often see ads.

        If you have a free WordPress account, they’re probably slipping you an advertising mickey while you aren’t looking. 😉

  11. Love yor writing, as usual, and really love the ,message. Our kids should not be molded to be what we want them to be but rather guided and supported when they need to be.

  12. As someone who is still trying to listen to himself instead of everyone else, this is a touching and beautiful piece Renée. I always love reading your posts.

    I am thoroughly looking forward to that book you’re getting done. 😉

  13. I enjoyed reading this. You’re a lovely writer. As parents, it’s our job to expose our kids to the varieties of life, but also (and more importantly, imho) to “listen” to them–which involves theirs and our hearts interacting as much as their mouths and our ears. I have two boys, and both are very different from the other–demeanor, temperament, gifts and challenges. Though they compete in sports, both are gentle and not hyper-competitive. I’ll say too that, as parents, it’s also our jobs to worry about them–but not to let our worries infect them in terms of poisoning their following their own heart’s path.

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