Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Searching for the perfect throwing rock
The following has been an almost-daily conversation at our house lately, especially while we're in the car or out on a walk:
Nate: Mommy, today I'm searching for [fill-in-the-blank, could be garbage trucks or ladybugs or yellow ducks].
Me: That's great, buddy.
Nate: What are you searching for Mommy?
There is something about the innocence in his tone that makes my breath catch in my throat. Of course I could answer with any number of acceptable (if not totally truthful) responses: shooting stars, stop signs, or swimming pools would all suffice. But when his sincere little four-year-old voice asks that question I have a hard time lying to him. I usually pause, buy time (um... well, that's a great question Nate. Let me think about it for a minute.) and wonder.
What am I searching for?