Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Thirteen Years

our oldest, is thirteen today. He his an exceptional child. Brilliant, beyond his years. His spirit is solid. He is a student and a teacher. His capability for self-control is uncanny.

What I have noticed most recently about him is that he doesn't talk to me so much anymore. And, when I talk to him, so often, he simply nods. As a mother, there is a stinging sensation, naturally, but certainly this phase will pass. He is, by nature, unfurling. Spinning wildly out of his core. Into that climatic air of development. 
A true experimentation of his inner-spirit. 

The other night when I told my husband that I didn't know what to write about Sidd he said, 
write about what he truly is: 
That young man who is affected and unaffected, all the same. A true Gautama. Anchored. Untouched by this fickle illusion. Aaron reminded me of how comfortable Siddhartha has always been. Transparent. Ariel. 
Free in his time here. 
An old soul. 

With expectations from so many of us, he is braced by his own restraint. 
Aaron has always talked about the importance of abstinence. 
The renunciation of desire. 
I understand Siddhartha to be the embodiment of that.
A witty kid, a fun brother, a sage in this world where many worlds fit.
We are blessed to share this life with him.
Happy birthday, Siddhartha!