July 11, 2010 2 Comments
He desires peace, he does not understand hate. He loves soccer and Maccabi Haifa. He does well in school and he sincerely loves his family — his family in Israel and his family in America.
He is what any parent would most wish of a child — thoughtful, sensitive, funny, intelligent, graceful, mature, capable of mediation, sporty, self-effacing, strong.
We have little in common, my son and I. I love books. He is allergic. I’ve done journals. Daniel doesn’t do notebooks. He goes into the Israeli Army next year. I sit around. I tend to get angry. He says, daddy, calm down. He loves soccer. I just don’t get soccer, I really don’t, but I got really interested in the World Cup this year and four years ago because he was interested. And I am amazed at how much he knows. He predicted Spain from the beginning. And knowing as little as I do, I NEVER would have predicted Spain over Germany. I mean, Germany was rolling. And yes, FIFA should do a rules change based upon Uruguay’s intentional hand-ball foul. Africa has a right to be pissed. (And thank god it was a South American team and not a European team.)
Daniel and I have been many places together. Washington DC, Virginia, Maryland, Texas, Florida, Oregon, California, Scotland, England, Amsterdam… Daniel is a statesman. One of his gifts is understanding different people. He relates well to young and very young, and old and very old.
Don’t get a big head boy, or I’ll slap it down, but I do love you.