I’m going to get all existential on you for a moment or two… probably because I heard a young mother at a diner this morning tell the waitress that her son is going to be a doctor when he grows up. I know I’ve addressed this topic before, but the young moms are not reading.
The little boy who will be a doctor some day (I overheard the mom say) is 5. As in 5 years old. And this brings me to a bit of Emerson. As in Ralph Waldo. Here goes: As long as any man exists, there is some need of him; let him fight for his own.
Mommy in the diner. Let your little boy justify his own existence. Let your little guy solve his own mystery and magic of his life. You gave him the molecules… now let him explain them. Let his hours pass, perhaps, with thoughts of adventure. Journey. Self-discovery.
Buy him a cowboy hat, for God’s sake… and let the boy BE.
(Benjamin, 18 months. Yes, I have already started decorating my home for Christmas… a story for another post!)
Oh, ps: Love your little boy…