Two days ago, Cashel fell on the playground, and got some scrapes on his face.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
He seems to have had some kind of a breakthrough, in terms of being PHYSICAL.<\/p>\n
So he fell! On the playground! This is huge! Throw caution to the wind! Run! Jump! Fall!<\/p>\n
Brendan, when he heard about the fall, asked Cashel, “Did you cry?”<\/p>\n
Cashel gave Brendan a look like: “Are you insane?” and then said, scoffingly, as though the answer should be SO OBVIOUS: “Of course<\/i>.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading