What a wonderful gift! I drove to my son’s school today to pick him up as usual when I saw him running towards our car carrying something under his arm. Upon settling into the passenger’s seat, he pulled out an object wrapped in paper and tape, saying in his typical minimalist manner, “It’s done.” When I asked him if I could open it, without meeting my gaze, he shyly responded with a quiet, “Yes.” I slowly unwrapped the paper and inside was the project he had been subtly mentioning to me in passing conversation for the past couple of weeks: a breadboard!
Since September, Haru had been enrolled in his school’s woodworking program, diligently attending studio classes a few times a week. Because of his recent accident where he broke his collarbone and required surgery, Haru was forbidden by the school’s administration to participate in woodworking until next semester. And yet, even though he knew that the class would no longer count towards his credits or graduation requirements, Haru quietly continued to attend meetings just so that he could finish the breadboard he had been making for me.
I can imagine that he would have wanted his first completed project in the class to be something for himself; to think that instead he decided to make something for me — it’s the best gift I could have ever asked for.