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Of the shopping cart with the vehicle on the front, his hand upon the roof of the puffy-looking, no sharp edges, no danger vehicle, “I don’t want to ride in this. I don’t want anyone to think I am a little kid.”
Those carts used to be sought after by both of us, my savior, my route to peaceful grocery shopping. Alas.
Sometimes, you can just wait and live life, and suddenly:
Please and thank you become part of a child's vocabulary. Easy and honest.
Or, maybe a child shares the crispy, salty skin of a roasted chicken with his mother and father. Easy and honest.
Or, maybe you're feeling crummy and a child gives you a hug. A nice, long hug.
Maybe things change and maybe things change in time. In time. Easy and honest.
He is sovereign over himself. So, perhaps he will one day write his own stories. Now, I am careful with and respectful of (as I hope I always was, though he may tell me otherwise, and be right) of the representation of his life.Read More