Jack Says

Driving in the car the other day, Jack says to me:

“I googled myself today.”

“Oh yeah,” I say, “What did you find?”

“Well, there are a lot of Jack Pughs out there. There was a mechanic and a personal trainer. There were lots of us. So, it got me thinking…what if all of these Jack Pugh’s were just past me’s reborn. What if there are tonnes of me’s out there?”

“What if the world was littered with Jack Pugh’s,” I reply.

“Exactly,” he said.

“Oh sweetie,” I said, “I think it’s safe to say there is only one you.”

Love my boy…

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Jack says to me in the car today:

“You know what is amazing? For one tiny millisecond right after you are born, you are the youngest person in the whole world. How cool is that?”

Things I never would have thought about if he wasn’t mine…

Dana

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Jack is a very philosophical kid….his little bits of wisdom come out of the blue and always…ALWAYS…blow us away.

Yesterday, while eating pizza for supper on Salt Spring Island, Jack grew quiet and thoughtful. Then, he said…out of the blue…

‘You know, I always see people worried about losing money, but they have it all wrong. They should be worried about losing time because you can always make back money, but once time is gone…it’s gone forever. People should be worried about what they’re doing with their time.’

Bob and I sat there with our jaws open. And, because my grief over losing my dad is still pretty raw, I was near to tears…then, just to prove to us that he is 9 years old, he added…

‘Maybe people think you can get time back once a time machine is invented BUT…you won’t actually get it back. Your timeline can’t change…you might be able to go back in time and relive or do over something but you can’t get time back. Even with a time machine.’

Love that kid…such an old soul

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Jack tried out fencing this year. You know, we have tried him in all sorts of sports, but none of them have really stuck. He’s alright with the idea of baseball…he loves to snowboard, but we wanted him to do something other than an individual sport…hockey was a bust. Soccer, ditto…so, one day he comes up to us and says that he’d like to try fencing. THAT is most certainly not a sport that crossed our minds. But, you know what…it is quite the workout and he totally loves it. We, of course, have absolutely no idea what is going on…but I guess we’ll learn because Jack thinks fencing rocks.

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