|Big Idea Boy: an appreciation
||[Jan. 30th, 2011|10:44 pm]
We just finished our last family games night for a while, and I sent the Boy to put away the dishes. I suppose I should ease up on him his last night in Melbourne, but it is hard to abandon our routine of nag and parry. He accepted cheerfully enough. He is usually a pretty cheerful and easygoing cuss.|
We went shopping today to pick up some last minute items he'll need for his months in Israel - as usual, a minimalist set of things (a pair of deck shoes, to go with his two other pairs of shoes - runners and hiking boots; a pair of dress pants in case he needs to be dressy) and as usual, the Girl ended up getting more clothes. He's not a materialist. He lives in his head, and doesn't much care what he wears. He could easily live - and he has lived - without a bed or even a sleeping bag, without a tent, without food for three days. He's a tough and resilient fellow, but he loves a good hug.
He made me laugh a lot today, as he always does. He generously shared advice and possessions with his little sister, as he always does. We watched the Daily Show, cuddled up together, and talked about politics and decency and ideas, as we always do. The girl is finishing up her going away present - a camp blanket with lots of Scout badges sewn on - and I know he'll sleep with it, because he's a bit of a sentimentalist at heart.
A few months ago, when I was in PNG, I met a bright eyed young man who had just started work for AusAID in infrastructure development. "I never thought about disability inclusive road development," he said thoughtfully over an iced tea, "but it sounds like a good idea. Tell me more!" I thought I was seeing the Boy in a few years time, and I liked what I saw.
I'm going to miss having the Boy around. But this is going to be good for him, and he is treating it calmly and optimistically, like every other adventure he has embraced.