Tuesday, January 28, 2014

While we try to teach our children all about life,

our children teach us what life is all about.

Angela Schwindt

I came across this unpublished post while sorting through all my drafts. 
Every bit of it is still true. 
Today is as good a day as any to press the publish button.
I love this kid.

He reminds me every day to have a little fun. To lower the barriers and let loose.


He encourages me to never stop learning. No matter how much I think I know about Star Trek, it's not enough. 
(Just this morning on the ride to school he asked me if I'd rather be trill, klingon or vulcan.)


He keeps me on my toes.


He shows me that anything is possible. With enough practice, I can do it.


Above all, he never allows me to take myself too seriously.

He makes me mad, frustrated, sad, anxious and happy... sometimes all in one day. Or hour. But such passion comes from a love few can imagine. He's my soulmate, my buddy, my reason for everything. He's the yin to my yang. 

I see so much of myself in him. I also see an unimaginable future should he set even a fraction of that brilliant mind to something.

Here's to you, Kid.

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