Today is my daughter’s birthday. She turned the magic 7 today. Its kind of those inbetween years it seems like to me sometimes. She is this totally cool little person that sees things a certain way, acts in ways to understand more, and then seems to just love the varied aspects of life. It makes me glad that my wife and I had children. A few times we wondered about the amount of effort; but its all goodness now.
If you have two kids, I wonder if you see how different they really are. I’ve watched both grow up. My son seems inwardly focused most of the time toward his own little life challenges. My daughter, OTOH, seems outwardly focused on the world, the sun, the moon, stars. She sees it all. She’s like our own little Hubble telescope; but she sees the passage of her life with some great precision.
One of my age old friends told me years ago, “once you have kids, the archeology thing becomes really hard to do. The travel, the desires, the nomadism”. Back then, it was just my wife and I. I just laughed and could not imagine how anything could change my life events. I could hop on a airplane, fly to another survey or excavation in some remote and dusty desert town like Needles. Never even think. But after our first event happened, it became obvious to me then that things had changed significantly. I knew then I could not just ramble on. Be a nomad. Do a 2 year project from Barstow, California to Wyoming. Or dig entire summers away with other life mates. There was this timeless essence of archeology. It made time my prisoner. I could travel so many hidden highways and streets that time never really struck at me. Until…
Until we had our son. Then the whole way time was organized was against me. I still traveled back then and it was kind of bad on me and our son. He did not really know me and I had been gone for his first 7 months on a collection of archeological projects. I knew then we had to have a second child. I needed another chance. And it happened…
And Arry Michele graced our lives. Things became new and shiny like a precious gem had been deposited. My life forever made the 180 and I knew that I had to find other things. I have my own history here if you cruise the website. Its been a mix of so many things. Isn’t that the way that most lives are though? Unless you live in some hermetically sealed environment. I’ve known a few of those in the past. They claim to have some view, some idea, some claim. Often it was people I worked with or that worked for me. It just took me longer to figure out the angles, the dimensions.
