Sunday, winter 2010.
Renzo didn’t want a birthday party. He said he would prefer to spend his special day at home with his brothers and not see the house trashed by piles of dirty dishes and cake leftovers. Sometimes I worry if he’s getting a bit neurotic with this organizing habit, but what should I do at his birthday? I couldn’t disrespect my boy’s will on HIS day. So I thanked him for taking care in advance of our house neatness and shipped him to school, promising to make nothing but a lunch for the family.
Still trying to encourage Renzo to stay more outdoors, I decided to inaugurate our newly built pool area and grill some hamburguers. I used the studio small kitchen to prepare juicy sandwiches with pickles, brown onions and double cheese and started the grill just about 1:30pm. Antonia and Clara arrived a bit earlier, since their Math teacher called in sick and they didn’t have the last class.
Clara was starving and I allowed her to pick a hamburguer before everyone was home. I was hungry myself and we’re both eating and chatting when the boys came home. Tomas was astonished by the pool so, after eating his whole hamburguer with only one bite, he started pushing Maximiliano to play ball with him. They did it untill far in the evening!
Renzo thanked me for the lunch, but grabbed his hamburguer to eat inside the studio. I must stop pushing him outside, it’s useless. Even the telescope he asked as a birthday present didn’t keep him out for many hours: I guess he didn’t realize before that having a telescope would mean staying up late AND OUTSIDE to see the starts. Maybe he hoped me to squeeze it between the dinning table and the kitchen counters so he would be inside glazing the galaxy through the window’s glass…
Anyways, he’s my son and I still love him very much and that’s why when he hided in the studio’s toilet to age, I knocked and joined him with a whistle, a noisemaker and a party hat. Well, it wasn’t a proper celebration, but it was Renzo’s style.