Bird Watching
Nothing like coffee to jump start the brain. There's a full pot waiting in the kitchen when I poke my head in. Alfred offers his usual morning salutation and an announcement that breakfast will be served in 15 minutes. He leaves it up to me to gather the troops. So much for "Head of the House".
When I left the bedroom, Christine was already in the shower. That leaves Alex. When I passed his room earlier, the door was standing wide open. Empty. There's only one other place he can be.
Coffee's good and hot. Looking forward to the rest of the pot. Once I've made a trip. The cave is nice and cool. Good place to do a work out. Alex has gotten used to slipping down here in the mornings to catch some time alone.
I find him on the rings. The shadows are a good place to wait. With my coffee. He's got a couple minutes left. Let him have his time.
For a fifteen year old, he's got an unbelievable amount of strength. He's agile. Flexible. A lot like Dick was at this age. I see some of Dick and Tim's influence in everything he does. One father, so many teachers. Alex lowers himself down slowly into a position of difficulty. Both of his arms are now parallel to the mat.
I can see his eyes shift. He's spotted me. It doesn't detract from his concentration though. He holds the form. The muscles in his arms relax and he swings down, using the momentum to initiate a flip that turns into a mid-air twist. It's followed by a perfect landing.
Wouldn't be a Robin if he didn't show off every now and then.
"Breakfast," I announce.
He gives me that smile.
Kids.
When I left the bedroom, Christine was already in the shower. That leaves Alex. When I passed his room earlier, the door was standing wide open. Empty. There's only one other place he can be.
Coffee's good and hot. Looking forward to the rest of the pot. Once I've made a trip. The cave is nice and cool. Good place to do a work out. Alex has gotten used to slipping down here in the mornings to catch some time alone.
I find him on the rings. The shadows are a good place to wait. With my coffee. He's got a couple minutes left. Let him have his time.
For a fifteen year old, he's got an unbelievable amount of strength. He's agile. Flexible. A lot like Dick was at this age. I see some of Dick and Tim's influence in everything he does. One father, so many teachers. Alex lowers himself down slowly into a position of difficulty. Both of his arms are now parallel to the mat.
I can see his eyes shift. He's spotted me. It doesn't detract from his concentration though. He holds the form. The muscles in his arms relax and he swings down, using the momentum to initiate a flip that turns into a mid-air twist. It's followed by a perfect landing.
Wouldn't be a Robin if he didn't show off every now and then.
"Breakfast," I announce.
He gives me that smile.
Kids.