prodigy progeny

I know what you are thinking:  there has been a dearth of Cole photos and information in my writing of late.

The problem I have writing about Cole is the same reason I don't write about my own accomplishments.  It sounds, to my ear, self aggrandizing.  The guy is a superb example of how to be a boy.  See?  That sounds like a pretty big call, but humor me and read on.

This is one of my favorite photos of Cole and me (2006).

I like it because it represents much of the time we spend together.  Cole and I can take anything simple and amuse ourselves.  We can delight in the details of the ordinary.

At the age of nine, he already has a fantastic sense of adventure, mad Uno skills, and an almost diabolical ability to convince me to incorporate chocolate into whatever meal I am preparing.  He is far ahead of me when I was his age in every way - origami, drawing, athletics, lego, design, and being a good brother.  He is quick to help out around the house and will give Gabe a piggy back ride whenever asked.

It seems like most of my family members merely tolerate my incessant rambling, but with Cole I feel like he is actually trying to understand.  He listens with a look of deep concentration, searching for the reason why I feel it is necessary to discuss mathematical limits with him during my introduction to the wonders of Calculus.  It is not one sided though.  We share mutual passions.  Seeing each other excited about something creates this resonance that makes whatever we are obsessing about much better.

The thing I love about parenting Cole is that I know he is going to be okay.  He is on a good course.  Whatever happens in his life from here on out, he will be able to handle and he will thrive.  I am normally adopt a worst case scenario view of things, but with Cole I can be an optimist.  He has a way of bringing that out in people.  That sweetness and sincerity is his charm.

Currently listening to:  Django Django - Django Django (I highly recommend the song Wor)