E’s World: It is all about me.
December 30, 2012
“Out of the way. Beep…beep” I hurl through the kitchen, made a right through the dining room, another right to the living room, and another right back to the kitchen. This is my route or you might say my race track.
I run around the circuit pushing my little Mack truck I got as a gift on my first birthday. Woohoo! With its one wheel missing in the front, I whirl around the house, unmindful of the toes I run over.
“Sorry, mom….oops, sorry Maggie the beagle.” Ignoring the shouts of my mom, I continue with my ‘driving’.
My little place is getting small and it is getting harder to navigate. There is this big tree whose roots seem to be growing and growing with boxes and wrapped items. This tree suddenly sprank up right after Thanksgiving. First it was empty now it is busting at the seams. I think it might have to do with this Christmas thing.
My Lala (Grandma), mom, and aunt seems to flourish leading up to this Christmas. They dragged me around in shops full of people carrying stuff. All I wanted is to play with Mack truck. But they tell me I am going to love Christmas. At school, I even get to meet the boss of Christmas named Santa. He wears a red suit and is huge. I must be missing the point of this Christmas.
My family went to church on Christmas eve and the priest talked about the birth of Christ. Huh? How is he related to Santa? I learned about Santa before Christ. Santa gives me gifts, while Christ, I still have to understand. Santa has many brothers and they are all fat and all seems to be wearing the same red suit. Celebrating Christmas is complicated but somehow it lifts the spirit of the people. I understand it is about giving to others; for now, the only joy I can give is my love for my family. Hopefully, when I grow up and understand all this I can give more. I wrote my Ampa (Grampa) a note for this Christmas as part of our project at school.
“I will not remember you for the material things you provided but I will remember the feeling of being loved by my Ampa. Love, Ethan.” I signed it with my hand prints…cool, huh?”
I know it is all about me, for now….
P.S. My Ampa is recovering from his 5th chemo cycle and wishes everybody a Happy New Year!