There is an inherent beauty in innocence. I see it in Avery’s eyes still, yet I know it won’t be there forever. Invevitably, she’ll encounter something, somewhere, someday that makes her understand that there are different ways to look at, and understand things. In fact,I am pretty sure it has already happened. Yep. It is why I am writing this.
In Grover’s eyes I see the same innocence. With him, I think it will be a presence within him that will guide him on his journey. He’ll probably encounter many of the same things as Avery – but his ability to differentiate between situations, moods, feelings and dangers will likely not be less inclined towards self-preservation as his sister’s.
They will both learn about the Yin and the Yang.
The existence of things that are good and the bad.
The difference between the dark and the light.
The expansive gap and fuzzy area that separates right and wrong.
And their individual reactions to these polar opposites will be, well, polar opposites.
This became very clear to me today, probably by chance, or more likely because it’s a lesson I have been subconsciously learning for a little over 3 years now. A lesson that is becoming clearer, and proving a worthy challenge on both sides of the Grover/Avery algorithm.
Just tonight, I saw how powerful a negative experience can be for a self-aware toddler. She is 20 months old mind you. This clarity came to me when I saw the effect a little bit of bath soap had on Avery as it accidentally found its way in to her bright blue eyes last night. It obviously smarted something fierce. Shrieks of sadness came from her, as her trusted ally of good times turned against her. The water that she plays in every night suddenly became an enemy. Something that was fun and free of any negative association now showed that it could be scary.
24 hours later – when bath time came, she wanted nothing to do with it.
Bath time is scary.
The water hurts.
It really stabbed me in the gut to see this. Partially because I was the culprit who let the evil soap in to those powerful baby blue eyes. That is some guilt right there. I’m going to have to learn to live with it and be the strong one. But this is not about me.
It is about Avery.
It is about Grover.
The main reason for my sense of “ugh” (yes, I am a Wordsmith) is that I now know that she knows. And I saw the first sign of the
Word coming from her mouth.
She already knew so much more than I give her credit for. She remembers things. Not only things, but things and the reactions they cause. She knows that the reactions can be good and bad. Knowing this leads to the
Word being introduced.
It takes a lot of work and effort to make something good. We have worked very hard here to make the things that we have good and trusting for our kids. We make it so they don’t have to use the
Word for clarification of something that is either good or bad.
I fear this because it is so easy.
It is so easy, for in one instant – for something, anything -everything- to be viewed in a different light. And the change starts with the
Word.
For me, I began to fear the
Word because of something as seemingly insignificant as a Wednesday night bath, and it opened up my eyes to the challenges my wife and I will have as we raise Avery. As she grows from toddler, to preschooler and so on, the connotation of the
Word will impact everything.
It is very humbling to know that we will not be able to catch her every time something untoward approaches her on the road to adulthood and beyond. The mere thought of not being next to her as her pathway becomes a real road with real hurdles is unsettling. Not being there to provide that soothing answer to the
Word, as it echoes repeatedly, for one situation after another.
It is scary.
It is a challenge.
It is an opportunity.
I think this is also hitting me because I spent the earlier part of the day beaming over the innocence and happiness that I saw in Grover T’s eyes this morning when he woke up. Awaiting me as I got out of the shower was a soggy diaper of a mess, ready to roughhouse with his old man after a night of tube feeding.
This is a kid who should be scared of stuff. He’s been through things that I can’t imagine. He should have the
Word tattooed on his forehead. Have a stack of business cards that he passes out at random posing the question signified by the
Word. Yet he doesn’t.
He doesn’t know the
Word exists. Or maybe he does but does NOT see the use in dwelling on it.
My almost 35 years on this planet have not been nearly as eventful as what he has endured. Yet, (almost) every morning, he wakes up with a huge smile, a friendly roar and is ready to hold on to your neck and not let go.
This is not a hug born from fear.
This is not a hug that says “Don’t leave me. I am scared.”
It is definitely not a hug ripe with the emotion of a child waking from a nightmare, or in any type of mental anguish.
The hug does not even have a trace of the
Word inherent in its delivery or motivation. It’s a hug that says, “Today, I am happy”. For no reason whatsoever. I just am.
Happy.
Simple as that.
Happy for today.
Happy not because what will happen tomorrow can be predicted, but happy because today is today.
It’s a mindset that will obviously present challenges to Grover as he embarks on his own journey. I know that Jennifer and I will have challenges with our son that in some respects will end up in tears, both happy and sad. But with him, he might not always know the
Word and its proper context. And that is the difference that makes me want to be so protective of both of my children.
As Avery grows older, she will begin to ask “
WHY” more and more. When we wish she will stop asking, we will be teaching Grover to ask it at a similar clip.
WHY is that?
My hope is that Avery’s path will be driven by questions. Driven by a quest to understand. To learn, and to use every lesson to improve upon experience. Not just to ask
WHY and leave it at that, but to understand the answer, and not ask it again under the same pretense.
WHY does this hurt?
WHY do I have to brush my teeth?
WHY can I not eat a certain kind of food?
WHY do the leaves fall?
WHY does the dog have fleas?
As Grover develops, he will encounter similar situations and challenges, but I don’t know that he will ask “
WHY”. I think he’ll adapt. He’ll make the situation whatever it needs to be. However it needs to be. For him. Of course, it may not be an ideal scenario for a situation, and one that Jennifer and I will have to do a predictable share of damage control on. But the differences I foresee at this moment are staggering.
It’s an inverse relationship.
Avery will ask
WHY her head hurts. We will try to find an answer
Grover will say his head hurts. We will have to ask him for reasons
WHY.
Avery will ask
WHY she can’t eat certain foods. We will have to answer that question.
Grover will not be given certain foods. We will need to teach him
WHY this is.
The end result is both children needing and deserving to understand.
The non-linear naiveté that I have learned about with children like Grover is a blessing that comes with baggage. But then again, so is our ability to know the truth behind things.
In one day I have seen the pros and cons of each.
It is obviously good to know things to avoid if they cause distress. Of course the ideal situation would be to not know of things like fear and pain (real and perceived), but that is not entirely realistic.
It is also good to see daily material situations and objects in a simplistic, naïve and non-threatening manner.
But that obviously presents a maelstrom of challenges as well.
Maybe the (unrealistic) solution would be for Grover to divvy up his extra chromosome and spread it around with the rest of us. It seems utopian to have the ability to ask “
WHY”, but not rely on it as a crutch, nor have it hanging over our heads like a black cloud of answers we dread.
WHY is a useful
Word. It is a common
Word. It is a
Word that is needed for many reasons, and would ideally be avoided for equally as many.
One thing is for sure. The duality of how this Word will exist within my family, my home and my life will be challenge enough to encourage me to have the right answers, and not to be the negatively inclined answer to the question.
Not for my wife.
Not for my Grover.
Not for my Avery.
Not for anybody.
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