Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Love at 5



Theo found his soul mate at Canyon School, when he was three years old. He can still see that girl all these years later and they have some deep bond that no one can touch. It is as if they knew each other in another life. We adults all step back in awe. When you see it, you cannot deny its existence.

But Benji never had a soulmate like that.

Until now.

This year in kindergarten he found Avery. She is so cute that everyone who sees her is smitten. Teachers, parents, other children, every boy in her class, and the principal, too. She is half-Filipino with red red cheeks a heart-shaped face. She is quiet, but then smart and intelligent like an adult.

Benji says she is his best friend. And yes, she says he is hers. They sit beside each other at their table, and on the carpet.

She has come over to play a few times.

She came over Friday, and I got to see my proud son in courtship mode, showing her everything that matters deeply to him.

"These are our plants," he said, showing her our herb garden. "Do you want to water with me? I will water the strawberries. You can water everything else..."

Then, as they sat eating popsicles Benji finished first.

"Would you like me to play a song for you on the piano?" he asked her. He laid out all his music books on the floor and asked her to pick one. She did. And the serenade began.

"Mommy, sing with me," he shouted imperiously, like a night club performer. So I stood behind and sang. Then Avery sat perched beside him on the piano bench like a Forties film star, legs crossed, sitting almost side saddle, leaning into him while he played.

They finished off playing with Benji's remote control car. Benji would control it and try to catch her, chasing her around the house with his remote control dune buggy. She shrieked for joy and laughed uncontrollably.

Love at 5.

It is the sweetest thing ever.

I swear, it nearly broke my heart.

May he always be so free and open with his emotions, sharing his plants, his music, and his remote control technology!

Friday, January 9, 2009

All You Need Is Love!




LOVE LAS VEGAS
Theo Ruth Benji Oriana

One of Natalia's last wishes was to see LOVE in Las Vegas. She was a music hound, who made the best mix tapes, and CDs and downloads of anyone I ever knew. When she knew time was running out she announced that on of the last trips she wanted to make was to see Cirque de Soleil doing their Beatles show. She wanted to go with a crowd of her dearest friends, to have one last, crazy Vegas weekend. And she really did believe that All You Need Is Love.
Well, we never made it.
We tried, but times didn't work out, and then she was too sick to plan far enough ahead to accommodate ticket scarcity and a lot of busy women. She died without seeing LOVE.
We were in Vegas right before New Years for my brother's 40th birthday road trip. We blew out of town in a huge mini-van, packed with four children, four adults, lots of junk food and a Pooh tape featuring the voice of Lady Judi Dench that we listened to all across the Southwestern US. We booked rooms at the Mirage. As we drove into Vegas the huge billboards lit up the sky. "LOVE at the Mirage," it said.
It was like Nat speaking to me from beyond the grave. Nat, you still send a lot of messages!!!!
The show is always sold out. But we walked in and I got the LAST seat for the 10 p.m. show--a slightly obstructed view on the lower deck.
Confession: If I could live my life over (if I were born as a smaller, more limber person) I would join Cirque de Soleil.
So I went alone. Just me and Nat.
As I sat waiting for the extravaganza to start I thought how crazy it was that she had not made it. That we had not made sure she made it. Only a few hours away. And yet, she didn't make it.
It was dreamy. Like a long, crazy, hallucinatory, supremely sensual, wacky, acid-streaked LSD trip. She would have loved it.
It was my last date with Natalia. My good-bye for 2008. She will always be with me. But my period of deep mourning is over. She wants me to move on and live and love.
But you would have loved the show, Nat. You would have loved it!