If you got to choose who your children would be, I'd choose Luca. He is all the things that I'd like to be myself. There is no human who holds more weight for me than him. He is the shiniest person I know. I talked to him yesterday and the person in my company listening to my half of the conversation asked, "How did he sound?" I said, 'Like a man'.
He's not a man though. He's still a little boy, swayed by the need of all people but even more so by teenagers - to be accepted. His younger sister got baptized recently and his friends are older than him and baptized. Not that the kid hasn't come a long way in 'knowledge' (read indoctrination) over the past year. He has. My main concern is that at this age it is impossible to know the far reaching implications of your decisions. It simply doesn't work that way in a 15 year olds mind, at least not this one. The happiness in it occurs to me because this is the first time he has chosen to make a decision... really about anything. He can be lazy and undecided. I choose to see this as progress.
So what is my plan? I'm going to just encourage him. I'm going to remind him that I'm always here for him. I'm going to get dressed up, fly to New York and be there when he gets out of the pool. I'm going to hug him and tell him that I'm proud of him. I'm going to take every opportunity I can to help him to learn to think, to examine critcally and I'm going to be there when the house of cards around him falls. I'm going to draw him to my chest when he cries about his great grandmother not speaking to him. Im going to hold him when he realizes that he's eaten his last meal with his sisters, when he knows that his grandmother will no longer call him to just talk, when he is certain that all of the friendships that meant so much to him are conditional. I'm going to love him not on my terms, but on his... unconditionally. Really, that is all I can do.