When you think about it, boyhood is fairly short. There’s little kid-hood, that time when you are out of diapers and you can feed yourself, but you’re pretty reliant upon your parents. Then, there’s boyhood, those years when you are mostly independent, but not yet bogged down with academic and social pressures. It’s a time to create, dream, talk a big game, emulate, and be. We’ve had three boys accomplish boyhood here. Now, we are onto the fourth! This is a powerful, exciting, wonderful time in a kid’s life! As the observer – mom, I am enjoying all that evolves from these boyhood days.
With this boy, there’s scootering (verb-noun) which involves hours a day grinding a bar and jumping curbs. And, there’s coolness. “Wait Mom! I have to fix my hair,” is called out each time I try to leave the house. Or, “Where’s my black jeans?” he asks. “Oh! The same ones you’ve been wearing for 4 straight days?” I retort, knowing he wouldn’t be caught dead in any other pair. So, we wash a lot.
Recently, I was able to spend a day with three boys that are all as I have described above. The day began as an adventure to find an old abandoned warehouse for shredding. We found the warehouse and an underground pipe… all great photo locations.
There’s nothing like shredding on a bright early spring day, especially at a deserted warehouse with graffiti and weeds and railroad tracks. An old plywood scrap was found for a ramp and the shredding began. Graffiti words sprayed on a garage door provided a nice backdrop for a recount of the day’s activities and a moment’s rest. The tube was a bonus and gave mom a chance to test out the new light sponge lens. It worked. These tube photos were taken in pitch black with the only light coming from the sunshine pushing through on either end.
These are lovely times and I’m savoring. These boys are all growing up and I’m observing and admiring, along for the ride. It’s really quite a good situation.