-Cycle 3, Item 40-
14 (Tue) February 2012
from Kebab House (Yongpyong Resort)
on the bus
When it comes to the milestones in my son's life, the feelings that I've experienced have generally been somewhat prosaic thus far. The first time holding him in my arms, I failed to register any of those emotions that other parents seem to describe with such obvious inevitability, like a rush of rapture, a profound this-is-the-greatest-moment-of-my-existence epiphany, an overwhelming sense of resolve to fulfill my duty as a father. The same was true of his first locution, his first consumption of a solid comestible, his first perambulation, his first matriculation at daycare, his first recitation of the printed word, his first defecation on the pot, his first clandestine observation of porn, his first independent preparation of a meal. To be sure, I'm proud and relieved and fascinated by it all, but only on an intellectual level.
His middle name is Jet for good reason.
Witnessing Dominic ski for the first time, however, made my heart flutter with pure joy. While the plan for Yongpyong Resort had originally entailed sledding or just playing in the snow, he suddenly declared a desire to try skiing, much to our surprise. Where physical activity is concerned, until now, Dominic has taken after the yellow-bellied men on his mother's side; for example, a motorized tricycle that rolls at the breakneck speed of 1 kph, he's too afraid to ride it, a cautious temperament that I attribute genetically to his maternal grandfather, who drives 10% below the speed limit with both hands on the wheel at the 10/2 o'clock positions and frantically implores with bone-shuddering anxiety that I do the same whenever he's in a car that I'm driving. But apparently, the kid has some of his old man in him after all. After a single lesson, he was on the slopes and snowplowing like a champ. It was beautiful. I couldn't stop screaming from the elation, exhilaration, exultation, exuberance, euphoria, ecstasy. I can't remember ever being happier.
He was so adamant on skiing to the very last minute that we didn't have time to eat dinner before catching the bus back to Seoul. Fortunately, at the last minute, I ran across a stall selling kebabs to go, which turned out to be pretty good. 4,500 won.
An actual Turk (or so I assume).