Twins
by George Spyros, New York City, USA on 09.24.07
Our pal Kenny recently posted on the birth of his little treehugger. Witnessing the generation of much waste stemming from the care-taking of his infant son in the hospital, the new dad lamented how far we have to go in greening the globe. At not-so-long last, I join Kenny in the dad's club, but two times over with the recent birth of Sophia and Hudson. While in the hospital, I snapped the above picture. Think back, before the advent of plastic water bottles. Feel your way back to a simpler time. Imagine those grown-up hands lifting you up, your little feet dangling off the ground as your finger pushes the button and the water comes to your lips.
One thing about those water fountains though, every time I try to drink from one the water is nasty. I'm still waiting for the day when I can find one that the water doesn't taste like metal.
I'll feel your way back to a simpler time--try this past Saturday, when my four year old son was thirsty.
Imagine my grown-up hands lifting him up, his feet dangling off the ground as my finger pushes the button and the water comes to his lips.
Now imagine that he weighs 50 lbs, I'm canted over at a 45-degree angle, and because fountains aren't that easy to drink from, I have to shield his chest from the water so he doesn't soak himself.
Know what I really wanted? A container to fill, even a plastic one. Color me a temporary sellout, but given enough torture, one's back will abandon all green principles in favor of pain relief.