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Your Mom and I love how complicated you are. You are into bugs and getting dirty and muddy, but you hate for your clothes to be wet (one drop of water may make you want to strip nekked, rather than be slightly wet). You love to be rough and tumbly, but are also super sensitive and love beautiful things like nail polish, girls, beautiful walking, and flowers...always flowers.
You stop to smell the roses, literally, and can be very introspective; but you are also very very silly.
Two recent memorable conversations really help illuminate some of the many sides of you.
The other day you and I had a conversation that went something like this:
Me: Aidan, how was your day at school?
Aidan: Poo-poo.
Me: Come on! How was school?
Aidan: Poo-poo.
Me: Okay okay...with NO poo-poos, how was school.
You stopped to think. A long-ish thoughtful silence. A cheeky grin emerged.
Aidan: Pee-pee!
See? Silly, clever, and hilarious! (though your mother has trained me not to laugh too hard at such 'potty humor'...but it was a very nice loophole you found, and that deserved and got a huge laugh.)
This situation quickly turned into a crazy tickle-and-laugh festival.
But, this morning you were much more thoughtful.
I recently found this long-lost magnet under the oven and plopped it up on the dishwasher.
It's a Picasso painting called "The Old Guitarist"...and we have it in Magnet form!
I was getting ready to leave for work for the day when you took me by the hand and said "Dad, come here! I have to show you something!" We walked hand-in-hand to the dishwasher, where you sat down and I crouched down next to you.
You pointed at the magnet and tried to collect your thoughts, which were clearly very big, as it took you a few moments to say what you wanted to say.
Aidan: "Dad, see? When you get older and older and you will play the guitar like this. You have a beard, and you look like a grandpa. And you'll play the guitar."
Pretty deep right? You weren't necessarily concerned about me being old and playing guitar, but you were definitely very pensive about it; you'd been studying this magnet for a while and wanted to show me. Even your sister's interjection (Julia: "When I get older, I'll be a skeleton!") just further complicated your thoughts...
Aidan: "Mom will you be a skeleton too?"
But then, the deep thoughts quickly evaporated and turned into what you both wanted to be for Halloween (there was talk of ghosts, skeletons, princesses and snow monsters).
But the depth of your thoughts just amazed me.
I love how multi-faceted and darn right human you are. There are many sides to you, and I never want you to shy away from showing us any of them. You can always share your silliness and pensiveness, fragility and strength with us my son.
But, judging from the photos I found on my phone after your 'session' with it, I don't think we have to worry about you not revealing your many, many sides any time soon.
I love your happy side, and your sad side; your silly side and your sad side. Even when I'm an old white-bearded skeleton man, I'll always be happy to sit with you- with or without guitar- and just listen to your thoughts.
I love you, my son.
