Finn and turning Eight
When Finn was born he didn’t open his eyes. Not for the whole of his first day; world so bright he had to brace against it. It seems metaphorical to how he exists in this moment in time. Eight years old and life itself still floods in, overwhelming his senses. Finn will brace himself against his discomfort with a crazed energy . Like treading water, where the only way to not drown is to constantly force the water to react to your touch, propelling you. When overwhelmed Finn pushes back with his own chaos to stay afloat. At least that is my most generous interpretation for the explosive hyper, wild, & feral moments. Not "feral" in the endearing sense of the word that runs popular in some parenting circles. Where they speak the word with affection. They who call "feral" after their children's bare back and foot running through the forest. I do not mean this kind of feral (though we also inhabit this space.) I mean more that ...