Cheating Death

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In between the fun and filled-up diapers there are quieter moments in parenting. They hit you when you let your guard down. You’ll be tucking your kid in for bed or sitting on the couch watching your child watch one of your favorite shows from childhood. He’s laughing with you. You look at each other like old friends. And in an instant, there’s a coaction between life and memories. The past and present are hugging.

This feeling sneaks up on you as fast as your kids grow up. Life is a VHS tape on record. Rewind, fast forward — there is but one tape per life.

I wish I could say I’m riding the wave of fatherhood like a plump bodysurfing seal, but I’m sinking into these murky waters. I look at my sons and I see them living beyond my lifetime, like I have surpassed my father. He was taken too early. This is something I can’t repeat.

We watch the moon in the sky. I tell Finn about the constellations, as my dad did with me, and we see the moon. I tell him the moon grows and disappears. He asks why, as he does with all things, and I explain that light plays with shadows to create an illusion, a trick. We are deceived every night by luminescence and darkness, waxing and waning. And it dawns on me that our lives, in these states of fullness and retreat, are simply illusory.

The continuum of birth+life+death is so boring and cliche. I know I’ll die before my kids and then they’ll have kids and grandkids. That’s how it’s done. I get it. But only halfway.

I wish for immortality now that mortality’s auction price is at its highest. But maybe these kids are my immortality. My name. My genes. My beliefs. My wife’s, too. And uniquely their own. Lasting in memories that I get to make, looking forward, backward and inward. I get to hold their hands until I am but a thought, an inside joke and a heartbeat.

6 Comments

  • Andrew says:

    Just watched It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown with 4.5 year son. He laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes. We bonded on a new level that I can only hope will continue as we both get older but never fades away.

  • Jessica says:

    This brought me to tears. You have beautifully articulated what has been churning in my heart lately. As my grandmother approaches 90 I have been contemplating my own mortality and where I am on the conveyer belt of life. My mother will soon take my Grandmothers position and I my mothers and my 3 children mine. This just makes me want to scream at time to slow down.
    Thank you though for putting words to my thoughts.

  • cassie says:

    Maybe it’s just crazy hormones, but I am sitting here holding my sleeping three week old son, reading your post, and crying. I can’t believe it was four years ago that I held my daughter the same way. Life passes too quickly and I have to keep reminding myself that my time with my kids is more important than doing another load of the endless laundry and dishes…

    Your post on FB immediately caught my attention because my husband and I keep discussing who would care for our kids if something happened to us, but I can’t see anyone else raising our kids besides us!

  • twobusy says:

    very, very nice, Mr. Capen.

  • Mandey says:

    I think about this a lot, about how I never want to be without them. I now see why mothers are perfectly ok with their kids living with them well after the amount of time it’s socially acceptable. I miss them sometimes even though they’re here. I worry about should something happen to me, I don’t want them to be without me. These fears (for me at least) are constant and would be crippling if I really let them take rein. But then I remember to live in the moment, and to enjoy every single beautiful moment I’m given in this life, and no matter what unforeseen happens, my children will know how fully I lived and with so much love. Quantity really is inconsequential in comparison.

  • jennifer says:

    Every once in a while you write what I was thinking the night or few days preceding me reading it.

    Of course they are your ideas, but it is as if you take these brief fleeting moments that happen in life for all of us and expand and amplify them.

    Lovely work here. Thank you.

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