5:00am, On the way to airport, Jorge says, "...differente pantaloons" (you look different in pants). I laughed. I know few words but have learnt some. "Chico?" (look like a boy). Jorge laughs. "Si." He says the word for cold, sounds like "frio San Francisco?" I say hugging my shoulders, "Si."
And back to reality.
~~~~Later~~~~
child on the plane
bilingual. fluent.
loud, questioning, observant
living out loud.
untamed
and of course, for us adults, he was
tiring
annoying
self-centered
unaware
smart
creative
and he left us
angry
smiling
conscious of what it is to have that air of freedom
conscious of how much we wanted to sleep
and his bouncing in his seat
causing ours to rattle
his energy level so high
and us winding down for the six hour flight
i thought, but when do we become tamed?
when we still exude and exert all the exploratory energy on learning
but somehow repress it so deep
i thought, why is the taming so full and complete
why do we not tame to become attuned to others
to be aware that we share a space
to be aware that the love of life can be shown
but quietly, softly, tenderly, intensely, passionately
why is the taming so complete
why do we tame our children to oblivion