I was sitting or standing on the pier facing lake Michigan in Chicago. It was a beautiful fall night, a rarity in Chi-Town. Typically at this time you can expect the winds to be living up to the reputation of the windy city (which actually gets it's nickname from the bragging politicians of the 1800s and just so happens that it is in fact very windy!) I'm staring at the dark water and you can't see a single thing out there. It's like staring into the night sky and wondering what's in that huge universe. My thoughts were a little more down to earth. I began to think of my son. And more than just bringing him out here to watch the water or see the hustle be bustle of the greatest city in America! No, I'm thinking about all of the opportunities that I want give him. Trips to the history museum, the Smithsonian, the air and space, new York city, the empire state building, the statue of liberty. And it went from these actual places to just teaching him how to walk, to read, to love. Just teach him what it means to be an American!
And then my mind really exploded!
I could see him right in front of me. I could see this little guy ( who didn't have a face or facial features buy I'm sure he was mine!) running down the pier. He as picking up sticks, boldly walking around with his chest puffed out along the edge with me warning him to be careful. He has his blue jean jacket with his red shirt under and a pair of corduroy pants with his brand new Chicago cubs (hey hey whatdya say, the cubs are gonna win today! go cubs!) hat in his head! I could see him trying to skip a round flat rock he found lying in the ground, trying so hard to figure out how to make it jump across the water like his dad did.
I could see him next to me as were leaning in the guard rail staring out at absolutely nothing asking a hundred questions about boats, water, and god knows what else.
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