![]() And I felt something I hadn’t felt before from a Greek myth: moved. It’s downright Greek, this tragic prospect of watching one’s child fly too close to the sun and then fall tragically to their death… images of swan-dives off the World Trade Center mingled with the sparkle of the sea in my mind’s eye.Īs a kid, this story effectively ends when Icarus crashes, but as a parent I found myself following the story on to its end, where Daedalus hangs his wings in the temple of Apollo, abashed, grief-stricken and vowing never to fly again. I now found myself identifying with Daedalus and the irony of a father inventing wings to save his kid, and then having his own handiwork contribute to his son’s demise. over-reaching our human role and grasping for god-like powers). From a kid’s point of view, the story is a morality tale meant to get kids to heed our parental warnings, and most kids probably think, “yeah-yeah, if anyone ever gives me wax and feather wings I’ll be sure to watch out for that sun.”Īnd then along comes parenthood, and our cynical and arch perspective gets shaken and displaced by our attachment to our children, and by our increasing sense of our own non-invincibility… just as our kids are readying to spread their gossamer wings and scare us into over-protective mode.Īs a father, the story of Icarus truly became the story of Icarus and Daedalus, and it had an entirely different effect on me than the intellectual slant of college essays and symbolic meanings of hubris (i.e. Splash!Īnd although poor Icarus is a goner, because it’s a myth (and a dusty old one at that), we tend not to get too worked up about his demise. As they prepare to take literal flight, father warns his boy to be mindful and fly right-too low and the ocean moisture will ruin the wings, too high and the sun will melt the wax but alas, young Icarus, with nary but a learner’s permit as far as flying goes, gets over-excited about his new-found power and freedom and up he goes… until melting wax and… down he goes. One of the great stories in the mythology canon is that of Daedalus-the brilliant inventor father who creates wings of wax and feathers so that he and his son, Icarus, can escape from Crete where they are being held prisoner. Now that we’re in back-to-school mode it’s time to get a little classical with our parenting perspective.
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