This past weekend I spent some time going through file folders of writing from years ago, before I'd written or illustrated or designed a book, when I just had the dream of writing more, doing more, but I was not sure how to get there.
This snippet, which I hadn't read in twenty years, brings a bit of a smile to my face, and a disconcerting lump in my throat…my son is now 30. He has not, however, lost one bit of his tenacious hold on what he wants from life, though as a person with disabilities his life might look different to others, something they don't quite understand. In any case…
Our family loves animals but my personal pet limit was reached after a dog, a rabbit, two hamsters, two gerbils, and an aquarium. My eldest son, Bryce, was determined to get a cat despite my firm, exasperated, "No!," and was looking through the classified ads in the newspaper for a free kitten.
Finally, he accepted the fact that I would not take him to get a cat, and after our "discussion," I went to my bedroom to get dressed for work. I then heard my optimistic child talking to someone on the phone.
"I called you about the free cat," he said. "Do you deliver?"