January 16th, 2013

The one in the hazard pants is sixteen now. He’s my artist, my musician, my actor, my singer, my reader, my heart. Other than the first nine month of his life during which he could only be described as a very fussy baby – not colicky – just a plain old fuss bucket, he’s been a joy to raise. As an infant, Ethan was never quite content with anything I did for him.  But then at nine months he figured out how to walk and suddenly – little mister fussbucket became practically angelic. Evidently, all he needed was the ability to get around on his own.

The Head Plant

When he was two, the CD called Ethan “The twoiest two year old”. He only had two speeds – hyper drive and stop. He would do this thing that I came to call “the head plant”. At two years, Ethan’s energy would evaporate suddenly and without warning and I would turn to find him with his head planted against whatever soft surface was nearby. There he would be, suddenly lying quietly on the floor, staring into space with his head cemented onto a surface so firmly, I was unsure I would be able to unweld him and carry him to his crib. This was how I knew Ethan was ready for a nap. By his head plant.

I’m Getting Lonely!!!

When Ethan was a toddler, we lived in a cute little cottage in which the CD and I’s bedroom was on the main floor and our three young sons shared a large room under the eaves on the second floor. At night we would carry the boys upstairs, read stories, tuck them in and then head back down the stairs for a few precious hours of peace. Many nights, after everyone was tucked up tight and the CD and I were lying in our own bed just about to sleep we would hear Ethan’s young voice wafting down the stairs in a tremulous tone as he wailed…

“I’m Getting LONELY! “I’m Getting LONELY!”

One of us would climb the stairs again and tuck him up one more time, situate a few stuffed animals around him, rub his little noggin, pat his little back and assure him that not only were his two brothers in the same room with him, but his parents were just right at the bottom of the stairs. Usually this would cure his case of loneliness, but occasionally it simply was not enough and Ethan would end up in our bed whereupon his intense loneliness would instantly depart.

His Own Man

Ethan has always had this wonderful ability to be himself with little regard to what others might think of him.  He’s comfortable in all sorts of situations.  He has quirky arty friends and hangs with the jocks and basically doesn’t know a stranger.  I have always been amazed by his ability to morph into whatever group he was in and still maintain his own identity.  He’ll sit at the piano and sing and play (without reservation) the latest pop tune he’s trying to master while a series of husky contractors tear into the sheet rock right next to him.  He forces his athlete friends to listen to Broadway show tunes on the way to baseball games and is completely unafraid to unabashedly sing along at the top of his voice.  Ethan has always just been extremely comfortable in his own skin.  As a person that has never been quite comfortable in my own, I have always found this to be amazing about him.  I don’t know if it comes from being a middle child, or if it is just who he is, but it’s such a lovely thing to see a young person feel completely at ease with himself.

Okay – that is probably enough bragging about my kid for today.  Tune in tomorrow when I go on ad nauseam about the good looks of my third child Drew.

Just kidding.

Sort of…  Ha ha.


  • Michelle:

    I love this :) One of my boys is the same way, it’s a life lesson to be sure.

  • km:

    Expect great things, not the least of which is a very happy life for him:)

  • Kait:

    How wonderful. I’m totally in love with your son now. You make me sorry I didn’t have any kids.
    Okay, I’m over that. :)

    I am so happy you are back.

  • Wow, sixteen! The Ethan I remember was about 4, and quick. Like, already witty with the retorts, and also physically fast. I remember Drew and Ethan as very fast, and able to make anything a gun. Mary is just like Ethan, her own person, and not afraid of who that is. It is awesome and inspiring. Sure wish I knew the trick. :)

  • Such a beautiful love post.

  • LucyJoy:

    A proud momma. Very nice. <3

  • Boys are the best . Why did I stop at two?

  • Grandma Rita:

    He truly is a special boy an i am proud to call him GRANDSON!!!!!!!