I felt ambivalent, at best, about most of the Academy's choices this year, but I'm happy that Ariana DeBose won an Oscar.
Our little boy Joshua has been looking up pretty much his whole life. When he was just a few months old, he was captivated with the ceiling fan at his grandparents’ home. We don’t have any in our home, but whenever we enter a home with a ceiling fan, he is enthralled. Even at the Turtle Back Zoo near our home, when we go into the big old barn to look at the farm animals, Josh’s gaze is to the roof, where there are several dilapidated fans hanging from the ceiling. Josh’s complete attention is upward to the skies.
We’re just back from our vacation at the beach in Fort Lauderdale, and our rental house had ceiling fans in every room. Unfortunately the fan in our room didn’t work, so every time Josh came into our room, he’d insist that I push one of the ceiling fan blades to make it spin, and once I did, he’d get a great big grin on his face. And so would I. So I’d get up and push it again and again.
Josh has also become obsessed with airplanes. Our home in New Jersey is close enough to Newark Airport that we get planes flying over frequently. Until Josh started looking up, I barely noticed them. But Josh grunts and points to the sky whenever he sees one – and when he hears one, he stops what he’s doing, gazes to the sky to find it, and then points once he spots it with a big smile on his face.
On the beach in Fort Lauderdale, there were airplanes overhead everywhere. Small ones pulling advertisement signs, larger ones carrying vacationers in and out of the several south Florida commercial airports. Josh seems to be looking at the ocean, but he also gazes up and with pride says, “I do” when he spots a plane. He’s most excited not about the very noticeable ones, but about ones that are tiny, way up high in the sky – planes that I’d never notice if it weren’t for Joshie.
I love Josh’s enthusiasm about the sky, about flying devices, about airplanes. On a few occasions, I’ve taken him to Morristown Airport, an airport for private planes not far from where we live. He seems to enjoy looking at the planes, watching some take off and land. I sure enjoy showing them to him.
I look forward to taking Josh to airshows, to the Air and Space Museum, into a cockpit – that is if the interest sticks around. I love his wonder, and the gift of getting to rediscover the magic of airplanes.
One more thing: the last night of vacation, Josh came over and laid down on top of me, gave me a giant grin. And he said, “I love you, Daddy” for the first time. My heart melted.
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