I am the happiest fish out of water that you’ll ever meet.
Last night, I felt like a stranger in my own home. Left out
of two separate conversations, I beamed as I went about my work. I knew I was
living my dream.
This year, my daughter voluntarily and even with intense
excitement, “gets” to take pre-Algebra. She took the test to join the class because she wanted
to, she waited eagerly for the results, and she celebrated when she got in.
Last night, she needed help with her homework—help I had no
real chance of offering. Lucky for her, her dad, the math major, was right
there for her. As I listened to them talk, I had the same sensation I felt when
she started her current school.
There she goes. She’s taking
paths I’ll never walk.
This year, my son decided to start piano lessons. We’ve been
working up to it for a while, but he decided when. Last night, at about his
seventh lesson, he started sight-reading his new piece, a simplified version of
“Chim Chim Cher-ee.” As his teacher corrected him gently, using terms I
recognize, but don’t fully understand, I felt it again.
There he goes. He’s
taking paths I’ll never walk.
Those words, though the easiest part of the experience to
convey, form only a fraction of what I felt. I love to witness mastery, to
witness true flow, to witness joy in action, in any form. When that beauty
occurs within our children, born of our love and my body, my own joy soars.
Nearly a day later, I bask in gratitude. I give thanks for
the opportunity to live my dream—and to know it. I am one lucky fish out of
water.
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