I found these pictures of Olie yesterday while reviewing some summer photos. I don’t think I will ever tire of photographing those precious freckles and that button nose. He has the same profile that he did when he was a baby. I wonder what it will look like as a grown man.
Olie is not the easiest of children. He was not blessed with the the kind of breezy chemistry that allows for a more seamless integration into the social group. (Yes, that was a euphemistic phrase.) He is not a “free pass” in parenting. (Few are.)
But even at his most challenging he is a gift in his own right. A daily reminder that relationships, like anything meaningful in life, require cultivation. To “see” the other person and not lose yourself in the process requires that you be truly present. It takes a lot of work. It can feel like a drag.
But it can also be an anchor, tying me to what is real. For when you divest yourself of “concepts” of how it’s supposed to be, you open yourself up to the deep possibilities that arise from how actually it is. And how it is is beautiful, warts and all.