Dinner at The Bazaar (Seven)

Binary drawing.

1/1 NFT. 2024.

We laughed with such joy when you declared yourself a seven year old man. But really the joke is on us. Wise beyond your years, a heart big enough to swallow the seas, yet still our boy who fights against the constraints of bedtimes, finds comfort in a mountain of stuffies, and cherishes the embrace of his mother. Seven years. Able to decipher our emotions no matter the effort we make to conceal or obfuscate them. We attempt to adhere to the Dr. Phil prescription of “protecting” you from grown up stuff; it must be worthwhile because he’s on the TV. Yet you act with empathy, curiosity, and compassion; discussing these subjects with a matter-of-fact approach that disguises your age. It should not surprise us as we have never “babied” you, lied to you “for your own good” or offered a watered down explanation to your inquiries. It’s a beautiful dance between honesty and context that allows us to avoid sugar coating the sometimes harsh realities of this world. Is this the right way forward? Will the orange octopus cost us 10 coins and leave us regretting our parenting methods? Only time will tell. Seven years. Van Gogh’s artistic career. The Manhattan Project. Wagner’s Parsifal. The writing of Madame Bovary. Many magnificent things have happened in seven year periods but my favorite is being your dad.

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