Obviously
there are instances where physical swords are currently and have been
throughout history wielded unwisely, for reasons I do not write in this
blog about, it does not contain a personal opinion about fighting,
combat, or war. Also, I do not deny the potential negative impact of
war metaphor (with adults and especially with children) nor do I deny
the positive (with children, especially with adults). I do not intend to
outline a debate on just war. With all political indignation,
pacifism, and Freudian analysis aside, I wrote this here bit, inspired
by my nephew. Please read it.
I was catching up on some vids stored on my cellular telephone. One in particular I watched several times over. It was one I had shot weeks back somewhat nonchalantly, while checking the old missed call/text log on a Sunday afternoon. Nephew (Brady) was running around while I was circulating with my feet planted in the grass, legs wrapped around a daisy (green plastic disk in shape of daisy petals) at the end of a rope hung from a ficus (benjamina) limb. Nephew was running in circles trying to catch me with a sword in hand. All thewhile, he was insisting on what I couldn’t gather until he tripped, became aggravated, and I finally stopped laughing, circling away from him, at last listening to what he had to say.
I was catching up on some vids stored on my cellular telephone. One in particular I watched several times over. It was one I had shot weeks back somewhat nonchalantly, while checking the old missed call/text log on a Sunday afternoon. Nephew (Brady) was running around while I was circulating with my feet planted in the grass, legs wrapped around a daisy (green plastic disk in shape of daisy petals) at the end of a rope hung from a ficus (benjamina) limb. Nephew was running in circles trying to catch me with a sword in hand. All thewhile, he was insisting on what I couldn’t gather until he tripped, became aggravated, and I finally stopped laughing, circling away from him, at last listening to what he had to say.
“You need a sword,”
he said
“Why?” I asked, somewhat befuddled, defiant.
“Because, you need to fight,” he stated, matter of fact'ly.
Tree’s leaves are green.
Green jello has pears in it (and a lil’ cottage cheese). And, you need a sword [Uncle Alan] because
you need to fight. He didn’t actually
state the former two Sunday afternoon truths, but as I watched the vid and pondered
his logic, the one statement he made outright seemed to most obviously follow
the two that I had fabricated. What I mean
is, the first reason why I was enraptured by the vid, and what I cherish about
my nephew Brady or any/every child for that matter, is the simplicity behind
their reasoning. In other words, there were
no secondary arguments to defend his primary insistence upon my needing a
sword. There was one reason, “because
you need to fight.” Period.
The second reason I loved this vid was due to the direct
connection in Brady's mind with a sword as an object, and fighting, an action. He doesn’t necessarily yet understand the
makeup of a traditional sword, how metal as a state of matter can be malleable,
shapeable, hardening, temperature permitting, potentially with sharpened edges,
for practical use when whittling, dicing vegetables (or fruits), or in hand-to-hand
combat. He doesn’t yet understand that
in this world we don’t always get our way and if/when we absolutely must get
our way for certain reasons, say defense of justice, protection of peace
(purposefully vague, subject to interpretation), or to obtain certain items
that we are in no way capable of obtaining without fighting it away from some
other body…or does he understand these things? Regardless of
whether he does or not comprehend why we fight, and at that with a sword, he remains
a child (capable of err and very soon capable of accountability but not yet as
far as I’m a judge of such things (though he talks extremely well for a massive
two year old bulldozer)). And as a
child, with tears he forced a sword into his Uncle’s hands, mine, and told me I
needed it because I need to fight. Agreed. I do, I strongly believe that
I do. I need a sword because I need to
fight. Period.
Finally,
in life there are those who go through it all for all the reasons
they are told to go through it all and there are those who put a foot
down, have a long thought on the potential good that can arise when
minds' give sway to heart, when ideas are really thought out, and money
gets put where the mouth is, and dear mosses when pages get torn out of
“my mother’s hymn book” (feast in heaven, john r. cash) and voice boxes
start tintabulating like all God-given gumption, “in his love abiding,
and in him confiding,
just like a tree that’s planted by the water, I shall not be moved.” Period.
You need a sword because you need to fight. Period.
Well said Brady.

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