I think that if he put his mind to it, he certainly could. Both he and his brother get their pragmatism from their mother. Maybe a year ago he, his brother and I went on a photo expedition below 14th street. It was during the time when I would lose my balance or have to sit down else I would faint. It would be several more weeks until the mystery of what was happening to me was solved.
We were just North of Union Square Park at 16th street when I stepped off the curb and went down face first into the street. I was aware enough to hold my camera high so it wouldn't get damaged., I on the other hand whacked my head and bruised my dignity and some extremities. I wasn't sure what had happened and I was dizzy, so I didn't get up right away. The area was crowded because of the Farmers Market that is held there. A group had formed around me and I was being asked if I was alright and did I want help to stand up. My boys who had walked ahead and hadn't seen me fall came running up elbowing their way to me. Just as one of the strangers was leaning down to help me up, Cameron blocked the guy, reached out his hand and both of them pulled me to my feet.
For the next hour, they kept asking me if I wanted to rest. I would catch them speaking quietly to each other (very rare) about my age and general health. It was the first time that I felt that our roles had been reversed. I was now the one that they had to worry about and felt that they must keep an eye on. It was then that I realized they had gone from being my little boys to being young men. I felt sad because I knew that gradually at first and then quite rapidly they would be off into their own lives in which I would have little to do with. I would become an occasional thought in their lives. It was a sobering realization.
It did not stop me however from being very pleased with myself for how they had turned out so far.