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When He Reached Down His Hand For Me

Dear Cooper:

It is the wont of children to throw a wrench in the best laid plans. I had a whole series of blog posts planned out this month, highlights of Christmas ornaments that meant something to me, and you went and sent me this in the mail yesterday:

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A freaking Christmas ornament. Of your fingers.

Let me just go on the record and say it in front of the billions of people on the internet: you are the best guideson EVER. I am writing through tears, heedless of the fact that my plans were derailed.

One of the best things about kids is this: they teach us not to be so rigid, so uptight, so structured. Because, really, we don’t control a thing. From the moment you appeared, it was up to those of us who love you to figure out how to let you go. Every day is a little rip of the ties that hold you to us.

Here’s what I want you to know.

You go. Run. Experience life, wherever it takes you. Embrace that ribbon of the unknown, no matter where it goes. When life shows you its worst, I’ll be there. When you want to see its best, I hope I can give you a glimpse. Whatever happens, do not ever be afraid of living life.

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photo by Kristen Cronin

I love you, Cooper, and I can’t wait to see you in January. Thank you for another memory that will give me happy tears.


To read more letters to our guideson Cooper:

I Am Superman

He Eats His Hands

The Very Thought of You

This post is part of the series Roll Out the Holly, about the stories Christmas ornaments can conjure. Click here to read the series from the beginning.

And, in honor of your guide father’s Johnny Cash “God” fetish, I am deviating from the Christmas music theme today.

We Interrupt This Program……

photo by kristen cronin

Dear Cooper:

Today, I’m supposed to be typing another post in a series, and for the first time I’m going to admit that I don’t have it in me. I’d rather commune with you. I’ll let you in on a secret.

It’s because you showed me your truck.

Skype is brilliant that way. Buzzing you is like a trip through a worm hole riding a ribbon of crack. You paste your face to the screen. You laugh. You zip around the room like the camera is a spotlight that will follow you wherever you go. You scoot your truck across the padded jigsaw floor and shriek tucktucktuck! 

When I press ‘end’, I’m spent from trying to keep up, but I don’t care. Talking to you makes me happy, because you just love life. Everybody who meets you is a person who could love you, and you don’t really care about all their baggage. You just embrace living with the awestruck wonder the whole game beats out of me sometimes.

Don’t ever let living get the best of you. Listen to the people who add layers of texture and color to your life, who challenge you to take the high road, who lift up your dreams and help you soar. Tune all the rest of it out as needless noise……BECAUSE IT IS.

And, when all else fails, charm the heck out of everyone by preening with your truck.

I love you.



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