Abram

A couple of weeks ago Abram strutted into the room,

beating his chest.

Somehow he has all the qualities of me

that I secretly like best.

He is a born fighter,

a lover in the deepest sense.

He is an eater of all things,

life is not immune to this.

He wakes up and must cuddle with his mom,

must, for fifteen minutes minimum.

Then he is off in a flash not to be contained.

He loves to be outside, and he insists on doing what he wants.

He won’t be told what to do, or made to do anything that isn’t his idea.

If he is mad,

He is throw your head back, stomp your feet, kick, hit, bite, get away from me mad.

If he is happy,

He is all the brilliance and warmth of a bright burning son.

He is a doer, not a watcher.

Risk taker extraordinaire.

Fearless.

Maybe he isn’t the qualities that I secretly like best about myself,

Instead I think he has all the qualities I wish I had.

He lives completely in the moment, no apologies.

What a beautiful boy.