Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Haiku: Equals

Half in either side
he aches to shed the child.
Becoming a man.

Man Child

Eldest is 12, an age I remember as being one where I feigned listening to adults, knowing inside that I was practically one myself. It began at 12, that feeling of my parents and other adults just not getting that I could take care of myself. [So long as they kept giving me an allowance, feeding me and providing me a place to live.]

The feeling will deepen in him as the years continue to speed by. Before I know it, he'll be 20 and his being an adult will be accepted unquestionably. [So long, I assume, as I keep helping pay for college, his food, his shelter and a car.]

Right now, though, the lad is at the equinox. Here's to a calm, easy-to-handle season.

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9 comments:

Anne said...

Wow, 12. That is such an intimidating age. I have 2 girls and my preteen is already convinced that she knows so much more than me. I spend time with my 6 year old, because she recognizes that I know everything. I hope it goes easily for you.

anthonynorth said...

I've taken 5 sons and 2 daughters past this age. It can certainly be fun :-)

Janet said...

12 was the beginning of a depression that lasted almost 16 years. I'm hoping that the fact that I can remember those years so vividly will help me when my kids hit that age. Then again, my 5-year-old is already acting like a teenager, so it may be a moot point.

Sue said...

I like this -- the seasons of life. In Judaism, 12 is a very significant year, the year one becomes a son (or daughter) of the law (bar or bat mitzvah).

D... said...

The picture goes along so perfectly with the words! I'm about to have a 15 year old on my hands. How on earth did that happen? Yes, a calm, easy-to-handle season.

SandyCarlson said...

12. I wonder about that age. My daughter is 10 and I already see her a desire to shed the child. But every night I put her in her bed with her baby blanket, and we're not so far away from babyhood.

Amias said...

You nailed it ... a boy in transition of becoming a man ...

The man books back while the boy looks forward -- such equality is most enjoyable, when standing in the observational mode.

Jim said...

Hi Patois, nice looking boy, nice picture, and very nice haiku you have here.
By the picture he's heads up today! Just wait until he becomes thirteen, he will relapse into teenager-land and will shun the idea of ever being a grownup.
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BTW, I can't remember when I was twelve, nothing sorts by that age. If there was anyone living who could remember when I was twelve it might ring a bell.
I don't even remember anything specific when any kids were twelve. I might if I were prompted.
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Well, I do remember when in the seventh grade, about me sitting on Santa's lap and finding out he was my neighbor-not Santa at all. That was at our Christmas program at our one-room country school.
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Tumblewords: said...

For sure. There'll be some ground-shifting between now and then. Love it.

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