Saturday, August 14, 2010
Diddle Diddle Dumpling My Son Jon
Diddle diddle dumpling my son Jon,
Went to bed with his stockings on,
One shoe on and one shoe off,
Diddle diddle dumpling my son Jon.
My son, Jon was a dumpling. He's not a dumpling anymore. It wasn't easy raising him. He tested our patience in so many ways and went through a million different phases in his young life, not to mention cuts, broken bones, bumps and bruises.
My mother-in-law called him Gentle Jon and he was. He still is. Unlike our daughter who tried to be responsible and a young lady we'd always be proud of (let's forget that little phase in middle school), Jon had to chart new boundaries. However, at his core was this soft and gentle little boy who stared out at us at unguarded moments.
The first question people would ask us was, "What's Jon up to these days?"
Through all the adventures of his youth he's come through as a young man we are proud of. He's traveled the world, worked in different countries, been a Peace Corps Volunteer, a fire fighter, and constantly questioned and argued about the status quo, testing the borders of his abilities. Yes, he lived up to his namesake, Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
When these photos were taken we were still trying to wean him away from chewing on diapers. It was such a long time ago... but it seems like yesterday.
I wish I knew then that I didn't have to worry about the diaper, and that he'd turn out just fine.
Granted, he is presently on some wild five day hike in a forest in Wyoming and probably planning to climb some mountain. Art and I bought him a GPS unit so he wouldn't get lost this time.
What? Me worry?
Photo by Dave Au, Photographer Extraordinaire