My son yanked these flowers today from our garden. He said, “Here Mom, these are for you!” He kept them clutched in his fingers until he could set them in water.
His movements are always brash and confident. Yet, just when I think him incapable of tenderness, he surprises me with a light touch.
Ryder approaches everything with confidence and entitlement. Few things deter him despite our best efforts to set boundaries. His temper has earned him a spot in the “Hall of Fame” at his pre-school, and a certain level of respect from his sisters.
Ryder fills us with pride.
We hope his indomitable spirit and zest doesn’t finish us.
November 7, 2009