I’ll begin with an obvious statement of love for my little boy, my first and only child. When he was born last March, the gratuitous, self serving life I’d cocooned in began to break away. The change flushed my mind and spirit and introduced uncountable forms of joy, wonder and terror.
More than ever, reasons to celebrate are crystalline – family, friends, food and special wine required. No surprises there.
What is “special”? I can’t say. That’s an individual call.
Once, my mother came to visit and lend a steady hand to my wife and me, the newly minted parents. We toasted her arrival with a bubbly I purchased that same day from the LCB. It was spontaneous, off the shelf and it felt right. Special. There it is.
Thinking ahead to my son’s youth, early adulthood and beyond, well, now I’ve entered the realm of the overwhelming. School, sports, dating, driving, college. Oy. Planning and saving – slowly, surely. Naturally, he will have a large hand in charting his course, fortified by mom and dad’s best guidance.
The glow of his undefined potential, his future achievements and challenges won’t diminish his exposure to life’s evolved benefits and small pleasures. Already, his miniature body bops in time with Little Stevie Wonder’s “Uptight (Everything’s Alright)” and the Ramones’ debut album. Just the other night, we ate meatloaf together and watched The Sting and he seemed genuinely engaged. Few moments make me swell so completely.
When it comes to his exposure to the vine, I’m intently planning ahead, gradually assembling a small collection that will – with any luck – stoke imagination, memories and his appreciation of a shared experience. With his acceptance, it just might transcend generations and pass on to others I’ll never know.
What’s in his cache? The anchor, a 2007 Graham’s Vintage Port, was purchased in Lisbon during a family trip last fall. It wouldn’t flinch to go 75 years on its side. Since then, I’ve invested in a handful of futures from the celebrated 2010 Bordeaux vintage: Château Pavie Macquin, Château Haut-Bailly, Château Malartic-Lagravière and Château Fleur Cardinale. All should be good for a 20- to 30-year haul.
Plan as I will, our toddler’s future is his own. Grooming contributes but, in the end, his currents will run freely. In my mind’s eye, our little guy moves on to the meaningful and the magnanimous. That’s the important stuff, period. Then, a distant vision, some 20 calendars from now. An occasion to uncork a bottle from his birth year. A toast. The moment suspends, no words required. In a glance, his recognition and thanks.
Carry on, son. My work is done.