Tuesday, July 31, 2012

My son, the gardener?

You know I never think about what my son will be like as an adult....(that's sarcasm). I think about it every day. I wonder if he knows his life is different, or if he cares. Maybe he sits and thinks the same thing, what will I be when I am big?  But maybe he won't ever care about all the things we care about. Money. Careers. Stress. Time. Maybe in his world, time doesn't happen like it happens for us. All that work in school trying to teach him Monday, Tuesday, Saturday. Maybe inside he is laughing or annoyed because he doesn't care that its Monday again. What he knows is happiness. When he's watering his flowers. And love. He knows love. Maybe he is luckier than all of us.

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