My son played imaginary guitar at the steering wheel
while driving to work –
marginally better than turning
his steering wheel from left
to right to the beat of
the music; when he got out I
drove home listening to
French conversations recorded
for my edification and
to which he refuses to listen
Picking him up after work I
told him about the Dutch
Queen Beatrix abdicating, the
Crown Prince was to be
crowned King; my son showed
no impression, making
sarcastic remarks like how
much he appreciated my
information – without which
he could not have lived
down being bereft this
uselessly ‘important’ news
I laughed, driving with Tiaan
makes life seem such an
adventure, he imitates old
men emphasising certain
words, at age seventeen his
joie de vivre is irrepressible,
his dad watches him with the
care of a mother hen to
make sure nothing untoward
befalls him just as he is
on the brink of a wonderful
life – what love there is
In the heart of a father, my
dad gave his pension to my
younger brother; my beloved
would bring the sun, moon
and stars to our son if
required – such passionate love,
yet when the kids were
babies, how little his interest –
I had to carry both – one on
each hip – when we were
camping but today their dad
loves them so much
How astounding a man’s love is!
9 May 2013
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