{"id":504,"date":"2014-04-21T09:03:04","date_gmt":"2014-04-21T13:03:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=504"},"modified":"2014-05-15T17:37:52","modified_gmt":"2014-05-15T21:37:52","slug":"bucket-filling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/bucket-filling\/","title":{"rendered":"Bucket Filling"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"In<\/a>I wanted to be a mother on Easter again. But my son, in his adult state, does not like sweets. What can you give to someone who has everything? Who buys, faster than light, whatever he needs or wants? I bought him a bucket. And tried to fill it for him.<\/p>\n

For my birthday he had taken me to one of our favorite restaurants. After dinner we sat over glasses of Armagnac and I asked him, \u201cWhat\u2019s next?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d he said. And not wanting to bring up the touchy topic of job searches on a peaceful evening, I tweaked my question toward the outer limits:
\n\u201cDon\u2019t you have a bucket list?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019ve already done everything on my bucket list,\u201d he said. And he named a dozen amazing things he\u2019d experienced in his remarkable young life.
\n\u201cWell, you can\u2019t be all done. There\u2019s gotta be places you want to see, more things you want to do,\u201d I said, thinking of my own bucket list, which is endless.
\n\u201cNo, I can die at fifty.\u201d
\n\u201cNo. You can\u2019t,\u201d I told him. \u201cBecause I wanna live to a hundred and you can\u2019t leave me childless.\u201d Losing a child<\/a> was not something I wanted to do twice.<\/p>\n

Over the next week I tried to make a list for him: see sunrise on a hot-air balloon over the caves of Cappadocia<\/a> in Turkey; watch the sunset in Santorini, Greece; eat at the Enoteca Pinchiorri<\/a> in Florence; visit an active volcano; howl naked at the moon with wolves; give a homeless person a hundred dollar bill; attend a birth, … but you can\u2019t make a bucket list for someone else, no matter how much you love him.<\/p>\n

The day before Easter, I scrunched my way through a crowded Wegmans<\/a> gathering travel-sized toiletries and smoked salmon, Clementines, a RedBull energy drink, \u2026 special breakfast items. Even a man with no plans and no hunger could appreciate a new toothbrush and a nice Easter breakfast.
\nBehind the bakery counter, a woman smiled as she drew icing-faces on bunny cookies.
\n\u201cDo you love your work?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cOh yeah, decorating cookies is the perfect job for me,\u201d she said. \u201cI look forward to it every day.\u201d I added a bunny cookie to my son\u2019s breakfast collection.
\nAt the Agway store, I grabbed a five-inch tall metal bucket off the shelf. The possibilities for a small bucket, even empty, are limitless.<\/p>\n

There was one more bucket left on the shelf. I took it for myself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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