a conundrum
a paradox
the son that I begot

tender moments
flashes of deep kindess and generosity
softness in your soul
longing to connect and love

stubborness and temper live there too
a deep desire for independence
a push and pull even from a young age
to allow others to speak into your life

loyal to all you love
in ways that make it hard for you to say when you are wronged
but lashing out when you are hurt
on more minor points

a mind that turns things over a thousand ways
and tries to see the black and white
in things that may be gray

favorite of kids and animals
who sense your gentleness and patience
never tiring of a new game
or treat, or pet or smile

resistant and private to show emotion
but still reaching out for a hug
and speaking “I love you”
and encouraging and lifting us up with your words and deeds

I see a boy
becoming a man
taking the journey to transparency and vulnerablity
that men before you took
learning to temper the quick leap to anger
opening your heart to be examined and cared for by others
to carry and to be carried

I see you realizing that you are unique
but that darkness and light both lie in your mind
no different than that which lies in each one of us

My son
I wish love and hurt, hardship and success upon you
and hope you untangle the mess of life
to find beauty and fulfillment
that only imperfection and risk can bring
with your hands and heart open and your head high

3 thoughts on “Josh

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