Your thoughts are your own
鈥淵ou may give them love, but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts鈥︹��
My sons edify me, usually just by breathing, but this weekend they took it up a notch. We were debating the colour spectrums of light sabres and we came to the purple-hued sabre. They knew there was only one of its kind.
鈥淪o guys, who owns that one?鈥� I asked them.
鈥淚 know, Dad! He鈥檚 the guy with no hair, he sits next to Yoda,鈥� Beau responded. Chicky nodded himself into a 鈥榶es鈥� frenzy. 鈥淵eah, he鈥檚 the one, with none hair.鈥�
Samuel L Jackson is the man in question. I appreciated that their eyes only saw his hair was missing as the key feature in picking him out.
Later on the swings, talk moved to, of all things, circumcision.
鈥淒ad, a boy at school had his willy cut,鈥� Beau offered new intelligence mid-swing.
鈥淗ow, Beau? Did he go to hospital?鈥� I asked.
鈥淣ah, we saw it at the toilet.鈥�
鈥淒id you guys say anything to him, or tease him?鈥�
鈥淣o,鈥� shaking his head.
鈥淵ou know everyone is different, guys and we don鈥檛 tease or upset anyone for that,鈥� I convinced myself.
鈥淵eah Dad, I was just telling you,鈥� he smiled.
The boy in this scene is a close friend of Beau鈥檚, so I knew it was curiosity that had piqued his interest in this topic.
As I tucked my little men into their beds and rubbed noses with them, I thought about how some children have such clear views of others around them. The boys have a friend who has two mums, so I will wait for them to ask me about that at the seesaw.
Kahlil Gibran鈥檚 thought-provoking words are so fitting and today I鈥檓 so grateful my sons have their own.
