A couple of weeks ago I took my five and half year old boy to a park named Vickery Creek. He asked me if he had ever been there before. Upon finding out that he had not, he optimistically demanded, "You have to tell me all the things I don't know here." His complete faith in my ability to explain the mysteries of the world was reassuring and humbling at the same time.
Tomorrow, I will put my boy on a bus for kindergarten. I won't be there to tell him all the things he doesn't know there. He will survive, and learn, and grow as he crosses this first of many bridges.
Tomorrow, I will take my wife to the hospital for the delivery of two more boys.
Peace
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