Friday, March 21, 2008

the wonder of little boys

This morning while reading this post, I was touched by the images of discovery and childlikeness. While in Paris, in addition to dog stalking which sounds reasonably odd, I was also drawn to child watching (which I realize could move from "odd" to downright creepy in many contexts ☺.) Not to worry, however, I was most touched by the sense of wonder in the children I observed. Sue's post included this special T.S. Eliot quote:

We shall not cease from exploration,
And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time.

So, I am sharing a few of my Paris children (all little boys). I have not included the girls because today I think of my own beautiful boy who at near age 19, has a hard time remembering his own sense of wonder.

And although, my big boy may think he is all grown up, I still remember when his sense of joy and wonder filled his life, because...

He is mine; And I have different eyes That hold his yesterdays In pictures no one else remembers:

Waiting for him to be born,
Not knowing who he would be, The moments of his childhood, First steps, first words, Smiles and cries, And all the big thresholds Of his journey since...

He is mine in a way
No words could ever tell; And I can see through The stranger he has become And still find the countenance of my son.**

**adapted from John O'Donohue blessings.

photos from Paris. last photo circa 1994--j & me


Les (Endlessly Restless) said...

This wee boy likes this post - maybe because I'm rediscovering or rekindling my own sense of wonder.

Barbara said...

I love the boys. The best ones have a way of cutting through the crap and shyly, indirectly, express their affection. I recall a picture I took on the grounds of Versailles, long before digital photography, of a bunch of little French boys sitting on a wooden barrier closing off a road. I love how quickly they become fluent in French! ;)

Dianna Woolley said...

This is an amazing post - it proves to me that the heart is resilient while wounded, the mind ever hopeful, the body always willing to "start over again."

I just received a copy of the book - beautiful boy by David Sheff. Sarah sent it to me - I thought you had gone off and written a book w/o letting me know, however, it is by a male author. You have your life full of your own bb right now. I'll give you a review.

Laura & Miriam said...

awesome wonder-filled photo of you & your own beautiful boy.

Anonymous said...

Lucy, I love this post and the pictures, particularly the last one! It looks like you are trying to peek over his shoulder trying to see how he views his world and supporting him in that. That is really wonderful. The post also made me think of another precious time on a certain beach in Mexico gazing into my own precious son's eyes to the song Beautiful Boy....seeing his essence there. An amazing experience and one I go back to frequently. Thank you for the reminder. Love, Pamela

Ted Marshall said...

I didn't seem to spot this post yesterday. So beautiful, and wrenching. The Paris boys are wonderful (you stalker, you!) but the one of you and J says so much.
Perhaps we all think we are all grown up and it takes a while to realise we are not.
I pray for a regained sense of wonder for J and all of us.

Lins said...

I am so honoured and proud to be dad to a boy and a girl. The best of both worlds. The wee lad allows me to revert back to my childhood and rediscover things I loved a second time around.

Geezer Dude said...

I saw the "Beautiful Boy" book at a couple of different coffee houses. Each time, and many other times, I thought of J. Such an enigma! Such a source of joy, accompanied by so much pain.

If we are living on earth, God is not finished with us yet in this life. Perhaps the joy will prevail.


Sue said...

Awww, what a beautiful post.

It was nice to read it because right this second I don't feel chldlike and full of wonder. I feel old and crotchety and bloody well fed up with everything. But there you go. The tapestry of life.

I should stop being sarcastic. It doesn't sit well. Gives you wrinkles :)

Thanks Lucy, for posting that gorgeous pic of you and your boy

Kayce aka lucy said...

ER--love watching the rekindling of yours!

barbara--there's nothing much better than the snuggle of a little boy willing to "cut through the crap!"

SS--resilient and hope-filled, you betcha! i haven't been able to bring myself to by "beautiful boy" although i am really ticked that he stole my title!!

laura & miriam--that's the beauty of photos...they can help us rekindle moments and memories that we otherwise may have forgotten. keep those cameras snapping!

pamela--i remember that time on the beach so well. it was definitely a "marking" time for me. those boys are so beautiful, aren't they?

tess--my hope is the same for all of us--that regained sense of wonder!!

lins honeyman--one of each myself...they teach are my best teachers!!

geezer dude--so delighted to have you drop by...perhaps the joy will prevail...that is the hope of Easter.

sue--every tapestry needs a few dark threads to make it "pop" :-)

Karen said...

What a beautiful post--I'm feeling teary-eyed and wanting to cuddle my little guy.