Over the last couple of weeks I have felt the need to equip Mark with enough weaponry to make him feel welcome in Idaho or northern Michigan. First came a slingshot which I was prohibited to own (it was okay to have a pellet gun but not a slingshot) which I have been teaching Mark how to use safely. Then today I bestowed upon him his first pocket knife. I have the knife that my grandfather kept with him everyday his entire life and also I have one that Lee gave me when I was in Grade 10. Another family member’s initials are carved into church pews across western Canada. Wendy said when I bought it for him, “You know what is going to happen.” Of course I do, that’s why I lectured him on what not to do with a knife when I gave it to him which as all knife wielding boys know, just gave him ideas.
It is also his birthday on Saturday. I keep thinking it is May 18th as that is when we went into the hospital to have him. 36 hours later I was a father and two days blended into one. To celebrate his seven trips around the sun, we are headed to Spiderman 3 as a family along with the usual festivities. I am also thinking of introducing him to another passage of manhood, the Ninja movie.