…from one of my favorite blogs, Sweet Juniper:
I don’t mean to whitewash how tedious things can be. But as tedious as they can be, I don’t have the nerve to complain. I could annoy this kid for the next sixty years or I could get hit by a bus tomorrow. I respect either possibility.
Was there a time when I was even interested in bigger things? I could sit with him for an hour under a tree while he digs up bugs and tells me over and over that they are bugs. He loves creatures that howl and roar (and he loves showing me that he, too, is such a creature). If I pick up a book, he moonwalks into my lap. He is a patient audience, and even if we don’t have a book with us I can recite his favorite from memory, and when I am done he touches my lips and says, “More.”
What did ambition feel like again? It can’t feel this good.
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