my thoughtful boy and his crush: Hazey
Every single night before I close his door, Seth's little mouth peering above the edge of the blanket asks, "What will we do when we wake up?"
So, I've learned, from this, to always have a plan--mostly so he is satisfied and will finally say, "Goodnight"--I admit, but also so that I'm always one step ahead.
Tonight Seth was several steps ahead of me. After we settled on "going on a walk" for the morning's activity (he added, "down the sidewalk, past that fountain, then turn there, then turn there"), he asked, "What are people made of?"
"Bones and blood, and skin, and hair, and muscle." (and in my mind: "and lots of other complicated, intangible things")
"What about the World?" Feeling a bit too fatigued to go into all that makes up this world I mentioned that we should, besides our walk tomorrow, find a globe where we can look at the world and also answer of Seth's questions, "where are all the rivers?" (Because they aren't in Phoenix.) I motioned as if to duck out of the room and close the door and then...
"What about Life?"
I ducked back in, leaned on the end of his bed and declared: "What about Life? Well, Seth, I think that, really, Life is made out of Love. Love makes Life. And Love really makes up Life, too."
His reply, "Where are the bones in a worm?"