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IN THE DOORWAY of my home I looked closely at the face of my 23-year-old son Daniel his backpack by his side。 We were saying good-bye。 In a few hours he would be flying to France。 He would be staying there for at least a year to learn another language and experience life in a different country。
It was a transitional time in Daniel"s life a passage a step from college into the adult world。 I wanted to leave him with words that would have some meaning some significance beyond the moment。
But nothing came from my lips。 No sound broke the stillness of my beachside home on Long Island。 Outside I could hear the shrill cries of sea gulls as they circled the ever-changing surf。 Inside I stood frozen and quiet looking into the searching eyes of my son。
What made it more difficult was that I knew this was not the first time I had let such a moment pass。 When Daniel was five I took him to the school-bus stop on his first day of kindergarten。 I felt the tension in his hand holding mine as the bus turned the corner。 I saw color flush his cheeks as the bus pulled up。 His questioning eyes looked up at mine。
What is it going to be like Dad? Can I do it? Will I be okay? And then he walked up the steps of the bus and disappeared inside。 And the bus drove away。 And I had said nothing。
A decade or so later a similar scene played itself out。 With his mother I drove him to the College of William and Mary in Virginia。 His first night he went out with his new schoolmates。 When he met us the next morning he was sick。 He was coming down with mononucleosis but we could not know that then。 We thought he had a hangover。
In his room Dan lay stretched out on his bed as I started to leave for the trip home。 I tried to think of something to say to give him some courage and confidence as he started this new phase of life。
Again words failed me。 I mumbled something like "Hope you feel better Dan。" And I left。
Now as I stood before him I thought of those lost opportunities。 How many times have we all let such moments pass?
A parent dies and instead of giving a eulogy ourselves we let a clergyman speak。 A child asks if Santa Claus is real or where babies come from and embarrassed we slough it off。 When a daughter graduates or a son is married we watch them go through the motions of the ceremony。 But we don"t seek out our children and find a quiet moment to tell them what they have meant to us。 Or what they might expect to face in the years ahead。
How fast the years had passed。 Daniel was born in New Orleans slow to walk and talk and small of stature。 He was the tiniest in his class but he developed a warm outgoing nature and was popular with his peers。 He was coordinated and agile and he became adept in sports。
baseball gave him his earliest challenge。 He was an outstanding pitcher in Little League expecting to make it big in high school。 It didn"t happen that way。 He failed to move up from the junior varsity team。 But he stuck it out。 Eventually as a senior he moved up to the varsity。 He won half the team"s games。 At graduation the coach named Daniel the team"s most valuable player。
His finest hour though came at a school science fair。 He entered an exhibit showing how the circulatory system works。 He sketched it on cardboard。 It was primitive and crude especially compared to the fancy computerized blinking-light models entered by other students。 My wife Sara felt embarrassed for him。
It turned out that the other kids had not done their own work--their parents had made their exhibits。 As the judges went on their rounds they found that these other kids couldn"t answer their questions。 Daniel answered every one。 When the judges awarded the Albert Einstein Plaque for the best exhibit they gave it to him。
By the time Daniel left for college he stood six feet tall and weighed 170 pounds。 He was muscular and in superb condition。 But he never pitched another inning。 He found that he could not combine athletics with academics。 He gave up baseball for English literature。 I was sorry that he would not develop his athletic talent but proud that he had made such a mature decision。 He graduated with a "B" average。
One day I told Daniel that the great failing in my life had been that I didn"t take a year or two off to travel when I finished college。
This is the best way to my way of thinking to broaden oneself and develop a larger perspective on life。 Once I had married and begun working I found that the dream of living in another culture had vanished。
Daniel thought about this。 His Yuppie friends said that he would be insane to put his career on hold。 But he decided it wasn"t so crazy。 After graduation he worked as a waiter a bike messenger and a house painter。 With the money he earned he had enough to go to Paris。
The night before he was to leave I tossed in bed。 I was trying to figure out something to say。 Nothing came to mind。 Maybe I thought it wasn"t necessary to say anything。
What does it matter in the course of a lifetime if a father never tells a son what he really thinks of him? But as I stood before Daniel I knew that it does matter。 My father and I loved each other。 Yet I always regretted never hearing him put his feelings into words and never having the memory of that moment。
Now I could feel my palms sweat and my throat tighten。 Why is it so hard to tell a son something from the heart? My mouth turned dry。 I knew I would be able to get out only a few words clearly。
"Daniel" I said "if I could have picked I would have picked you。"
That"s all I could say。 I wasn"t sure he understood what I meant。 Then he came toward me and threw his arms around me。 For a moment the world and all its people vanished and there was just Daniel and me。
He was saying something but my eyes misted over and I couldn"t understand what he was saying。 All I was aware of was the stubble on his chin as his face pressed against mine。 And then the moment ended and Daniel left for France。
I think about him when I walk along the beach on weekends。 Thousands of miles away somewhere out past the ocean waves breaking on the deserted shore he might be scurrying across Boulevard Saint Germain strolling through a musty hallway of the Louvre bending an elbow in a Left Bank café。
What I said to Daniel was clumsy and trite。 It was nothing。 And yet it was everything。
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