She asked me why sort of expecting the standard answer of monuments and museums when I mentioned that the purpose of the trip was to see the only Giant Squid on display in a museum. We had high hopes that we could introduce F to a scientist working at the Smithsonian; one that she had been writing to and reading up on for almost 9 months but he had not confirmed that he would be there so we weren't betting the farm..
When I tell people about this their reactions are like Christmas to me. Especially in Toronto. Faces change from a somewhat protective grown up expression to one of earnest, open, honest, true curiousity.
How did she hear about Giant Squid? Then what happened? Your husband did what? You knit what? He wrote back? Then what happened? Did she like him? You paid for it with your TTC money by biking to work? She's how old?!
Around about 10 months ago or so, CBC Radio ran a short story about how a Giant Squid had been captured on film - FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. Fenner was immediately curious and expressed it to Jason, since we live in the future he looked it up and watched it.
And so it began.
They began to take books out from the library on sea monsters and giant squid. Giant Squid: Searching for a Sea Monster by Mary Ceruillo became her favourite book. What was most surprising was that she loved everything - even the stories that were more graphic than normal kids books. Whale disembowelment? Really?! I found knitted patterns to cater to the fascination. Knitters are true nerds.
Clyde sent us his schedule for the next six months and that was the last we heard from him...until we arrived. Turns out the day we got there was his first day back since June.
|"I am Freaking Out."|
That's when he had my heart. He noted that she had drawn the whale's teeth and sockets so perfectly. Isn't it cool that they are engineered perfectly to eat squid. They discussed it for a minute and then moved on to real business.
There by the grace of the Fates go Mothers doing their very best with what they have everywhere.