Motherhood is a love in progress.
I try to suggest a different wish,
“Why don’t you wish for a day exactly like this one?”
He sat in the beige folding chair, rusting a little at the edges,
as someone spoke to them again about the wilderness…
The values of a culture are revealed by who it reveres. But are history and fame accurate judges of who is superior, and who is worthy to be a role model?
“today you are proud and so very eight, already your hugs have begun to feel more like a man’s, kindly and often, suddenly more for me than for you…”
Some people talk about the past in terms of the silly things people once believed, and then talk about the present in terms of the profound things we now know. The wording is significant. We used to believe, but now we know. But have we really arrived, or we are stuck in another faddish -ism of some kind that future scholars will all find amusing, naïve, and at least incomplete if not flat wrong?