Saturday, the 28th of November, was my son Will's 20th birthday.
There were many reminiscences about his birth and childhood
He was taken c-section and there was some concern he might have ingested some poop, so they used a suction tube on him, with a resulting 'Wah-shlurp, wah shlurp'.
Under the heat lamp his eyes widened and he stretched out his arms as he responded to the sound of my voice. He knew it well since I had been reading to him in the womb. Much Shakespeare etc was shared. I kid him about the arm stretching and eyes, calling it his 'creature from the black lagoon imitation'.
There are so many but one of my other favorites happened a few years later.
We were standing in a field. I had just demonstrated how to fire my Maadi AKesque weapon.
I then placed it in his hands and helped him shoulder it.
I cautioned him to just squeeze the trigger keeping it down range and point it down after finger off trigger.
The look of trust he gave me bespoke that he overcame his initial fear.
He let fly.
And he stayed in position with barrel down, finger off the trigger.
Then, I asked just one more thing of him. I requested that he fire just one more round down range.
He did so and any further fear was gone. The mystery was solved and the terror monster vanquished.
I praised him and he smiled as we continued shooting from that time onward.
He's quite good by the way if I say so myself!
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