I woke up early, with a tired heaviness. The sun, ignoring the night, pulled itself up from the eastern edge of the Kansas horizon filtering her rays through our grubby living room window. I wandered to the kitchen and peeked out through the single pane glass window of our 1949 weathered wooden door. Why? Well, to admire the new car cargo rack I installed on our black Mazda hatchback the night before. But, that was not all I saw that morning.
I shouted out to my 3 1/2 year old son to come and look out the window at the crazy looking thing docked in the driveway behind our car.”Kestan, do you see it?” “Yes, dad, I see it. It’s a sail boat!” “Ya,” I said. “It looks like it needs a little fixing up to be sea worthy. Let’s make it beautiful and sail somewhere fun together.” Off KK went, skipping back to his art room to gather his crayons and I rounded up other ship making supplies for the fabrication of the sail.
We both got dressed in our jean and T-shirt yacht clothes and zipped through the open kitchen door. He and I F L E W off the second step of the side porch landing on the driveway only inches from the asphalt ship yard construction site. Kestan and I wasted no time cutting cardboard sails, scribbling colors, stapling oddball scraps of stuff together and duct taping duct taping duct taping. Then, as fast as the art making started, it ended with my little skipper announcing, “All done!” “What, Are you serious, we are done?” I said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back a good 12 feet from the boat so he and I could admire the phenomenal hacked together masterpiece.
I asked Kestan what we should name the cardboard masterpiece? Without hesitation, he said, “Crayon window!” Then, he climbed into his magnificent boat and stood motionless. He starred out towards our backyard as if he was internally preparing for his grand sailing voyage on the biggest unexplored ocean journey of all time. It was one of those, time standing still moments, where I imagined him as a daring sea worthy skipper, traveling by water, like Max from the children’s book; Where the Wild Things Are. By the end of the day, my tiredness was washed away by the energy I got from playing with my imaginative son. Thanks Kestan for being in my life.
Behind the scenes making of our little ship project.