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A Silent Reminder

17 August, 2012
A child's toy sits bathed in light on a rug

Little Lion Toy

With the apartment quiet, and deeply involved in whatever I was doing at the computer, there was a certain diligent peace to the morning. It really hadn’t been long after my wife and son had left for work and daycare respectively but I had moved into my frame of mind needed for the tasks I wanted to accomplish that morning. I was trying to make the most of my time between jobs, alternately completely relaxing and attempting to make headway in a few projects that had been on the backburner for far too long. But when I got up out of my chair and turned around to get something I was completely snapped out from where my head was at, I was thrust instantly into the singlar fact I had a son. A child. That I am a father. The visual of my son’s toy, sitting there on the rug in that shaft of light, went directly to my heart and the huge amount of love I have for him, my wife, and by extension my family. It’s a simple child’s toy, a wooden lion wearing a green helmet with wheels for feet and string to pull it (that of course he likes to chew on at the moment rather than use to drag it around), which harkens back to a different era a few generations ago maybe. Its presence there, alone in the room, hit home. Sometimes we need a reminder to stop and pause, to think, digest, and reflect on what we have. I spent a good while just sitting on the couch doing that.

  1. Dave permalink
    17 August, 2012 7:11 AM

    Great blog – very well said, and a great picture to capture the moment.

    • Ed permalink*
      22 August, 2012 10:11 PM

      Thanks mate; thanks for visiting and putting finger to keyboard to comment.

  2. 17 August, 2012 9:26 AM


    • Ed permalink*
      22 August, 2012 10:11 PM

      Thanks T.

  3. 17 August, 2012 9:41 AM

    I remember a moment like that when a toy stuffed shrimp that tumbled out of the dryer along with my work shirts and pants.I wasn’t yet a father – the due date was a week away and my wife was washing the hand me down toy in anticipation of our son’s arrival. I just sat on the floor of the laundry room for a while holding that toy shrimp.

    • Ed permalink*
      22 August, 2012 10:12 PM

      Oh Brian, I can relate to that too. Thanks for stopping by and feeling compelled to comment.

  4. 17 August, 2012 9:42 AM

    Lovely Ed. These little vignettes of childhood may be ‘simple’ but they evoke complex emotions, humour, wistfulness, and more. They are ‘Instagrins’ of the best kind.

    • Ed permalink*
      22 August, 2012 10:13 PM

      John, appreciate you stopping by as always. I did indeed mean the more complex interpretation of “simple.” Though they may be “Instragrins” I would say they last a little longer than an instant.

  5. 17 August, 2012 5:36 PM

    Beautiful, Ed. Just beautiful. So much love.

    • Ed permalink*
      22 August, 2012 10:14 PM

      Jill, thank you. Yes, yes there is.

  6. 2 September, 2012 10:06 AM

    What a beautiful photo, and post.

    • Ed permalink*
      10 September, 2012 10:01 PM

      Hey Julie, so great to see a comment form you here. Thank you. Hope you are doing well in Oakland, living and pursuing your loves.

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