Two days ago, Cashel fell on the playground, and got some scrapes on his face.
This is huge. Cashel has, up until this last year, been a cautious boy, physically. He never ran. He would go up and down stairs slowly, as though he felt that at any moment he would go spinning off into a wormhole if he didn’t pay attention. His physical activity came when he would go off into his imaginary world, and have rowdy Jedi fights throughout the apartment. But in terms of sports? It’s not Cashel’s thing. Because it’s too REAL. He would rather catch an IMAGINARY ball than a REAL ball. And in terms of running and jumping and careening about? Never Cashel’s thing.
But when I visited him out in Los Angeles – we ran around the track at his school – and I watched him just take OFF, freely running as fast as he could, his little legs whipping back and forth … with no fear of wormholes sucking him out into the deepest reaches of space or anything like that.
He seems to have had some kind of a breakthrough, in terms of being PHYSICAL.
So he fell! On the playground! This is huge! Throw caution to the wind! Run! Jump! Fall!
Brendan, when he heard about the fall, asked Cashel, “Did you cry?”
Cashel gave Brendan a look like: “Are you insane?” and then said, scoffingly, as though the answer should be SO OBVIOUS: “Of course.”
Sheila – This is absolutely breaking news. Remember when the only way Bren could get him to TOUCH a baseball was if they pretended they were major league baseball players? Otherwise, don’t even bother. This is great – Cashel running? Amazing. Thanks for sharing – we love our little guy!
I love, too, his scorn about the crying. Of COURSE he cried. He fell!!
Dearest: Even if Cash is somewhat backward in this regard, he’s not as bad as Jean’s Hudson [A labrador for godssake]who wont jump off a dock into the water. Is there hope for both of them? love, dad
Scaredy-dog scaredy-dog!!
I love, love, love everything I read about Cashel. I sort of want to fix him up with my daughter. I mean, she’s four and he’s … what, eight? … so, you know, not NOW or anything. But I think they’d have one great time together. Either that, or the combined power of their imaginations would make them spontaneously combust.
Cashel! I don’t know you, but I think you are just the tops!!
..its funny…my nephew is 6yrs old…4’3″ tall and all about sports and wild physical abandon…but because he is so much bigger than almost all the other kids his age…Sandi has to try and temper it with other interests..so he doesnt squash all his classmates ..accidentally of course..with his zeal…in fact..his teacher was concerned that his arts and crafts skills were lacking…not real good at sitting and drawing..he’d rather kick,roll,throw,catch,bounce…funny how kids are who they are? Balancing those things to help create a more complex young person..important but Stuart S….says that kids are who they are..intersting.
Well, according to the famous formula (that is: maximum age difference for dating is half your age plus 7 years). You’ll have to wait until he’s 22 before you can hook him up with your daughter, A. Sheila… and compete with MY four year old daughter.
JFH — ha ha! If only Cashel knew that he ALREADY had women vying for his affection … albeit through third parties.
I can trump both y’all. I have a 6-year-old and a 4-year-old that could vie for his attentions.
We’re all pimps.