What time hath wrought

I am back.

The years are too long to recapture. I recall much as in a flash of recognition merely that time passes and I am more full with memory.

Were time a train, so well loved by the young one (now an older of two young ones -- details to come), then we should say that papí rode the choo-choo through watching my child come down with food allergies that compromised his happiness (at the time too frustrating to blog about), the process of gaining a teaching credential and the ever-awakening child once cared for by papí, cared for by other important people until...once again, the stars and the heavens and even the job market for new teachers in the state of California created the conditions favorable for homepapí to resume his labor of love.

Of course, this tale has a new wrinkle: a new, youngest addition (just 3 months) to the family to go with an active, at times hysterical, intelligent, and even crafty 2-3 year-old.

I will resume in future posts by first describing some of the events after and during August 2007, and this will include further words about my son's experiences with food allergies. I will continue by speaking about some personal experiences being at a distance from my young son and some of the decisions made along the way while working with 'other people's children. I now speak with some expertise in the area of childhood development. This will, I hope, not so much burden my considerations of my sons or my descriptions of their ways in the blog, but more inform the process of grasping the individual child's emergence in age and in spirit.

Oh, and I intend to put my 2¢ in regarding health care reform (if you can still use that term without laughing/cringing), the wars (if you can still use that term without feeling heartbroken), and the economy (if you can still use that term without bubbling over with rage).