Even covered in mud, this smile is like gold to me these days. My serious Seth. The oldest of the mini goochkins. He worries that, though we talk of being together forever as a family, he will get lost and we will not be able to find him and demands that we come up with a plan should that happen. Answers are what he seeks when wondering out loud about what is past heaven and where does the water in the ocean go and how does it stay on the earth. He will not be pacified until everything is formulated and happens just as it was said to happen. Compulsive? Obsessive? We're way beyond that folks.
And, so, I worry, too--that his childhood is passing him by as he stews over the problems of life (and the universe). How do you teach a child to just enjoy it? There isn't always a mud puddle around to lighten our spirits, unfortunately. Dr. Gooch prescribes love. And the doctor knows best. So we're doling out daily doses of it, hoping the remedy will restore a bit of carefree-ness in our serious Seth.