First off, HUGE THANKS to my guests last week:
I got a paid vacation without putting in 90 days. Nice. What a great group. I owe you all. And Jozet, I owe you for sure.
Second, Jackson turns the big 10 spot on Sunday, but Jenna's working (plus I wanna play with it) so we let him crack into his gift last night. Had to post these. Think he liked it?
Third, in honor of the day before Jackson turns 10, I'm going into the vault to post a short I wrote about bringing the little sucker home. So trippy & weird. Where did 10 years go? Good God. I have a 10-year-old kid. And he's still alive. Plus he's good people. [shaking my head... and... fade into story...]
He was a burrito. They said he liked it, that it made him feel secure. There were several philosophical problems with these statements but I would just listen and not be difficult.
“Then you fold this piece up and over aaaand over. See?”
“Yeah . Like an eggroll.” The connection brought a smile to my face. I could do this!
“No no. Like a burrito. It’s called the baby burrito.” The nurse looked at my blank face. Jenna fastened him in the car seat. I never made burritos.
We put him on the bed: a burrito, about as long as my forearm, with a tiny face. I had imagined him being more startled by his own new being but he was pretty sedate. We looked at him. He remained a burrito. We looked some more. The room was ripe with future.
“What do we do with this?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” she said. We giggled, parents.
“Can we take him outside and do stuff?”
“Sure.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Let’s take him to Ramone’s & get a taco.” We tentatively forged our way into being a trio.
I wondered from a psychological perspective about his initial contact with suchness taking place in a Mexican restaurant. Would he unconsciously be drawn to the Aztec’s pantheon of gods? How would this influence his relation to tequila and nachos? He just watched me. I was the first man he ever saw eating a taco. I thought about Shunryu Suzuki and shoshin, this notion that the enlightened mind was the beginner’s mind. My son didn’t appear to have any aversion or attraction to my eating the taco. He just let me-eating-the-taco shine forth in all of its man-eating-taconess.
“What’cha thinking about?” she asked. I saw Jenna like the first time I saw her in that bookstore. I forgot my plans.
“He’s no burrito.” I said, “He’s an eggroll.”