Neil and Me

When Your Child is as Big as You

My mom used to say that when your child is as big as you, you have to treat them with respect. What she actually said was that you had to address them using a respectful form of “you,” which doesn’t make any sense in English, but may work in Hindi or French. It worked poetically well in Malayalam. I was reminded of this maternal pearl of wisdom recently when I was watching a movie with my son.

The protagonist in the movie, who felt like a human punching bag, was feeling low and getting drunk in a bar. And then he gets snubbed by a stranger, and walks away muttering something like, “Do I have an Everlast sign pasted on my forehead?”

My son, accurately guessing that I wouldn’t have gotten the reference, explained to me that Everlast was a boxing brand, and that they had punching bags with the name prominently painted on them. He had seen them in his Muay Thai gym. I remembered then that this was exactly the kind of tidbit that I would have loved to share with my dad, while watching a movie or a tennis match or whatever. The wheel had come full circle. Almost.

Digo “almost” because I also remembered a time when the references would become just too many to share, and the sons would turn quiet. In the next five or so short years, I can imagine that my son will also find it overwhelming to keep explaining every little reference that flies past me. He also will turn more and more silent. While dreading that inevitable age of silence, I enjoy this moment for now, when his repertoire of interesting tidbits has grown beyond mine. And remember some other things that I wrote a while ago, in a moment of melancholy inspiration.

O rádio Sony joga em, impermeável a essas reflexões tristes, com jovens vozes felizes servindo out músicas e piadas para o benefício de uma nova geração de viajantes yuppie cheios de entusiasmo e vontade de conquistar um mundo. Little do they know — it was all conquered many times over during the summers of yester years with the same gusto and passion. As antigas vanguardas afastar de boa vontade e fazer o quarto para os filhos de novas verões.

A nova geração tem gostos diferentes. Eles cantarolar a diferentes iTunes em seus iPods. Este receptor de rádio bonita, com a maior parte dezessete bandas de ondas curtas ímpares agora em silêncio, é provavelmente o último de sua espécie. A música e piadas da próxima geração mudaram. Seu cabelo-do e estilos mudaram. Mas os novos militantes cobrar com os mesmos sonhos de glória como os antes deles. Deles é o mesmo gusto. Mesma paixão.