Honour your children, they suggested. Share how they make you proud.
Easy peasy, as Connor likes to say. (He stole my expression.)
He’s always up for anything involving construction paper and crayons.
“What are you good at?” I asked.
He didn’t hesitate in his answer.
I’m good at building LEGO.
He’s so good at LEGO it actually freaks me out a little bit. He’s going to be smarter than I am. He might be already. He’s good at a lot of things, but the confidence he gets from LEGO is a joy to see. He can do it well and he knows it. And I’m glad he knows it.
“What else are you good at?”
I thought his answer might be painting. (“I have paint all over my hands because I’m an artist like my dad,” he told me the other day.) Or baking. There are lots of things he could have chosen.
I’m good at cleaning up my toys.
But he chose this. It’s his job and he does it (though he occasionally complains about it, and fair enough). But he does a darn good job of cleaning up his toys.
“What’s something about you that makes you really nice?” Last question.
I help you change the baby.
He thought for a split second. Helping change the baby is not just something he likes to do, it’s something he does because he wants to be helpful. And I so admire that about him. He’s a really good big brother.
And then there’s the baby. What to say about the one I’ve only known for a couple of weeks but who has changed my worldview? If life is made up of a series of steps along a path leading us to who we are meant to be, he is a significant one in mine. In him lies so much potential.
I’m brand new and full of potential.
Both for him and for me.
