The roar of the edge slicing through the hard pack assaults my ears. The cold wind bites my face. My nerves are frayed and my muscles ache from the strain needed to stay upright. Every sense is telling me to stop.
But I’m not listening. All of that is secondary to the serenity and joy of being on the mountain again.
They call to me, as I’ve said before.
They whisper, they shout, they beg, they demand.
I’ve been listening for them and to them my whole life and I know there is only one way to placate them. I must go. I must.
And so I do.
As often as I can.
Now you are five…
I think some of the earliest memories I have are from when I was five. At least, that’s the way it seems. And that shapes how I interact with you to some regard. You are no longer a baby. At times that means I am harder on you than you like and we have more disagreements than we used to. I’m sorry about that. I am. I won’t change, though, and I can only hope that one day you will look back and be thankful for the hard stance I took on some of these things in my attempts to help guide you into becoming the good person I know you are capable of… just as I did eventually with my own parents.
Not that it’s all rough. Your dimpled smile flashes often and your wild laugh fills even the largest rooms. You are boisterous and imaginative. You are insightful and charming. You can be tender and you dote on your brother, the Littler Prince, far more than I had hoped you would before his arrival. You’ve stepped into that role happily, lovingly. The Queen and I are grateful for that, even as you do occasionally encourage him to do things that will get you both in trouble. I call shenanigans. You both grin mischievously and laugh and laugh.
Your understanding of the world beyond our home, beyond the Kingdom, is growing daily. That makes me proud and sad at the same time. You continue to be wicked smart, picking up new concepts and skills with ease, and questioning everything. That means, however, that you are becoming exposed more frequently to the harder truths of being alive. The world is beautiful but it is dangerous, too. We find what we seek but sometimes there are unintended consequences even when our intentions are pure. You are learning. I have no doubt you’ll get there.
So, I continue to be proud and excited that I get to help you grow and learn and achieve. You have a busy year ahead. Kindergarten and everything that comes with your first official year of “school.” Your very own season pass for skiing or snowboarding, whichever it is you end up deciding on. Or both, perhaps. I can’t wait to have you on the mountain with us. And other sports too, perhaps? And another backpacking trip or two? And more trips across the country? And…
We’ll have to see where our adventures take us.
I’m honored to share them all with you.
Dad / Matticus / The Jester
Okay, okay… so, it’s actually a reminder about a call for submissions…
But, that’s just semantics, or something like that.
Silver Star Labs is still accepting submissions for the Father’s Words to their Children charitable project. Please take a moment to click on this link, write something up, and submit it. Not only is it an opportunity to get your words published but it is also for a good cause!
Plus!! (But wait, there’s more…)
Silver Star has two more charitable projects you can contribute to as well:
Letters of Loss
Letter from Pets
Please consider submitting for any and all of these anthologies. Your voices are what will make them great!
Sorry for the delay on this post. My entire household has been sick over the past few days. It has been extremely unpleasant. I’m still not feeling all that great, but, on the bright side, the doctor said I didn’t have strep throat. So, I guess that’s something.
Anyway, here are the results of the poll for the Versus question of: Which was the worst film adaptation of a novel?
The winner is…………….
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks to everyone who participated in the poll, and I hope you all have a good night!
As I mentioned in my last post, where I talked about the open call for submissions to the fathers’ words to their children charitable project (which you still have time to be a part of), that crazy awesome little publishing company, Silver Star Labs, is also going to be doing two more anthologies for charity.
We (the wonderful blogging authors and authoring bloggers at SSL) are now also accepting submissions for a Letters of Loss anthology. We’ve all experienced loss and we’ve all learned that there is no one right way to say goodbye, move on, hang on, mourn, remember, cherish, … all of it. 100% of the proceeds from the book will go to a charity that focuses on helping people with their grief. For full details and to submit, CLICK HERE.
And, we are now also accepting submissions for a Letters from Pets anthology. We fully expect this one to have a lighter spirit than the other two anthologies, but that certainly doesn’t mean your poem, prose, or other art can’t be serious. What would your pet say to you? You know you’ve thought about it before and now is your chance to write it out and have it included in a published work. All proceeds from this book will go to a charity that works on the care and safety of animals. For full details and to submit, CLICK HERE.
That’s three different chances to get your name associated with a published book. That’s three different chances to help get some money to a worthy charity, to help with a good cause. That’s three different projects you can do. There’s no limit. Do one, two, or all three. We’d love to see your words and include them in the final publication.
As always, I’m (and we are) here to help. Questions, comments, concerns? Let me know. Let’s do this thing! Let’s make some great books!