He was born a year previous, in early December, one day after his late great-grandma Laura’s birthday. The family was eager to have him show up on her special day because it had only been about nine short months since she had passed. We named him Silas Wolf. As my Auntie Marilyn pointed out, his name is very close to SILE (grand parents) STḴȺYE (wolf), or grandma’s wolf.
That was twelve years ago now. For the first year, Emily was home with him on maternity leave from Canada Post. After that, the plan was for me to resign my position at the University of Victoria where I was the sponsorship manager for Vikes Athletics at the time. I ran for municipal council and managed a handful of communications contracts. However my big job was looking after Silas.
We spent many days together. Splitting time between meetings and the swing set at the local park, Silas has always had some kind of political dialogue swirling around him. Whether it was phone calls, coffee or board meetings, he sat through them all, soaking in the information and the attention. Everyone agreed he was and still is a cute kid!
I remember that first board meeting he attended with my colleagues’ questioning eyes scrutinizing my decision to bring a child into the important business meeting. Maybe it was only my sensitivity but I got the idea that, for some, a child’s presence in the room diminished the importance of the work.
As it turns out, he sat under the table with his snacks, books and toys. He was quiet, rarely causing any disruption at all. I watched his impact on the decisions. Those same questioning eyes eventually dropped down to the carpet, settling to my little boy sitting on his blanket, offering my colleagues a perspective about the impact of their decisions over a much longer term than we were accustomed. In the end, the meetings when I didn’t bring him would not start with a “Hi Adam,” rather more like “where is Silas?”
He has always been that kid that has brought a smile to people’s faces and one who is willing to go out of his way to help someone out with a hand up or kind words of encouragement.
Next year, he will be a teenager and I can concur that the advice I got when we were in that stroller was correct: indeed, he is growing up quickly.
Happy birthday chum, you are a great kid!