I’ve marveled before at the tiny pockets sewn into my son’s shirts and trousers. Remy still doesn’t know they are there, or how to use them properly. But, amazingly, at ten months old he does seem to need them.
Remy is curious. He is an explorer. Remy loves to crawl around the house to see if we will follow him. Remy enjoys standing up next to things and walking along the furniture and walls. Remy’s propensity for exploration leads him to more than a few tight spots. But Remy is not content to settle for adventure alone. Remy also likes to carry things.
You may think that, since Remy is not that large, perhaps it makes the most sense for him to carry small things. You would be right, although if Remy understands the finer points of logic, he hasn’t let me in on it yet. Thus, he truly prefers to carry large things such as: coffee tumblers, train cars, spoons, and the iPod that plays rain sounds when he is supposed to be sleeping. Pockets will never help him in his quest to carry these things while exploring the world. I suppose I will eventually need to get him his own back pack, or a wagon.
But Remy also likes to carry small things he has found. He collects them, gripped tightly in his tiny fists and hidden in his cheeks, which have somehow acquired a Tardis-like “bigger on the inside” quality. Remy cherishes these small objects: foam letters, strings, leaves, bugs, clumps of dirt, wood chips from the playground, cheerios, blocks, and the rubber nose from a novelty piggy bank. For a while, Remy preferred to carry only two objects at a time, leaving his mouth open for the important work of narrating his adventures for the grown-ups and tasting whatever new might cross his path. Recently, Remy has discovered that holding things in his magic cheeks can leave his hands open for the equally important work of grabbing onto things, banging on the front window, and climbing up stairs. This presents a dilemma, as I’m sure you can guess.
What joy Remy will experience when he discovers those pockets! What elation! Like old friends, those pockets have been there all along, just waiting for the opportunity to help a brother out.