And until this point most of the posts I have written about him have pertained to his relationships with others—his family and his birthmother particularly.
As a parent, and perhaps as a parent who is also a writer on the constant prowl for inspiration, I listen exceedingly carefully to every word my children utter. I often will post on Facebook the sardonic quips that come out of my oldest son Oscar’s mouth; and Edgar’s revelations about himself and his world have moved me to compose with a vehemence previously unknown to me.
But August is young; and while he is painfully funny and sharp as the proverbial tack, he is still only three. I believe children are truly our wisest teachers; but toddlers tend to instruct more with their deeds than with their words.
Today, however, a switch was flipped. As we sat having lunch together to celebrate the end of his first year of preschool, four people tucked themselves into the booth next to ours—two women and two children. The children and the toys they had in tow caught his attention first. But then he turned his gaze to the two women.
“Mommy, those kids have two mommies. That is so cool.”
He went back to chomping on his chicken nuggets without missing a beat, not realizing the simultaneous simplicity and profundity of what he had just said. Surreptitious eavesdropping revealed that the two women were actually sisters, but his words hung in the air—near my ears and around my heart.
Whether August’s perspicacity is the result of the time and place into which he was born, his natural inclinations, parenting, or a combination of any and all of the above, I looked at him and realized unequivocally the strength of his voice—a loud and powerful voice that I now see has the potential to contribute to the changes and shifts so desperately needed in our world.