and the two into ten thousand things and old things into new
My baby boy turned 2 weeks old about an hour ago. So much has happened in that time, so many little triumphs and big freakouts, moments of joy and hours of dread, frantic reshuffling of furniture to make it make sense again and deep quiet breaths uninterrupted by anything more urgent than rapt contemplation of Martin's face... everything before the past couple of weeks seems a world away. Soon I shall begin the process of re-integrating those two worlds, the one whose fascinations and fun I'm dying to discover with him, and the other that I come from, my native land that he will gradually come to know in time (if not appreciate exactly).
Soon, I shall travel back to the cut ends of October and mend them, doing my best to weave them back in without dropping too many. Soon that balancing act will start. But this evening, in a frozen moment of calm with all the present act's balls in the air, your friendly neighborhood juggler folds his arms, looks out beyond the footlights, and lets fall a grinning wink.
I have a son.
Soon, I shall travel back to the cut ends of October and mend them, doing my best to weave them back in without dropping too many. Soon that balancing act will start. But this evening, in a frozen moment of calm with all the present act's balls in the air, your friendly neighborhood juggler folds his arms, looks out beyond the footlights, and lets fall a grinning wink.
I have a son.