When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
12 (For Noah)
Over the past week, I've drafted at least a dozen happy birthday posts in my mind for you -- I wanted to write something special to celebrate your big day. All of the versions had something in them about what an amazing person I think you are and how proud I am of everything you've accomplished so far in your twelve years of life, about how exciting (and truthfully, a little sad) it's been to see how much you've grown and changed in the past twelve months, about how you're entering into the years where the opinions of your peers will matter so much to you, but how I hope with all my heart you'll remember that what matters most is that you remain true to yourself. And then as I reviewed each of those versions in my head, I realized that they were all very likely to be seen as "embarrassing" to your newly-minted twelve year old self. So I'm not going to write any of that stuff here. (I think you already know it all in your heart, anyway.) I'm just going to wish you the very happiest of birthdays, Noah, and an exciting year of further finding your way in the big, beautiful world. I know without a doubt you're going to go far.
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