Dear Little Prince,
I called you the other day as I came out of the mountains… Well, in truth, I called the Queen but you are ever present at her side and you took control of the phone. And, here’s the thing, you took control of the phone. You talked to me. I asked about your day and you answered. You asked what I was doing and I answered. For several minutes we exchanged thoughts transformed into words in a coherent dialogue. My heart swelled with pride: for the person you have already grown into and the person you are going to be in a month, a season, a year…
Sometimes I steal sideways glances while you whirl by me in your tornado spin of energy, both creating and destroying simultaneously as you explore the ever expanding possibilities of imaginative play with anything and everything that falls along your path. The hot pad turned into a frisbee. A washcloth turned into a pizza. All things turned into trains. And I wonder how you can possibly be the same person I used to cradle protectively against me with one arm. And I wonder how our house will survive you. And I wonder…
I have to thank you for allowing me to glimpse the world as you see it, as you make it, as you want it to be. I have the benefit of my writing to create new worlds and chronicle the exploits of my imagination, but I often can’t see those worlds come to life. When I’m playing with you, I know you can see everything and that creative certainty helps me see as well. See and remember and believe. I can’t fully explain how important that is to me…
So, thank you. Thank you for your play. Thank you for your wide-eyed wonder. Thank you for your shenanigans and adventure. Thank you for your trouble-making ways. Thank you for asking “why” every two seconds. Thank you for tearing the house apart and then helping your mom and I put it back together. Thank you for your memory and your thirst for learning and experiencing new things. Thank you for being you…
I love you, Kiddo,
Daddy