While driving yesterday, I was having a conversation with my son about the importance of literature, the importance of reading it and (not always) analyzing it and gathering the kernels and ideas and inspirations. And then…the dreaded (for him) written expression of that. While he enjoys the reading, he dislikes (a lot) the writing part; and I get it. Well, truthfully, I don’t entirely get his fierce resistance, because I have a certain romance with words and getting them down. I do get, however, that he’s an individual, separate from me. That I get. Entirely.
The point I wanted to make in the end was that he keep an open mind about the whole process. That he attend to this book and the next with a willingness to be inspired (or sometimes not), a willingness to find something new, a willingness to ask – and perhaps answer – questions.
Be willing, I implored. Not to blindly like everything. But to openly receive and explore…ideas and facts and stories and histories…and life. Be willing. Be open.
If there’s anything we must be, I think it’s to be open. Again, not blindly; there is certainly intention in choosing when and where and how we open our hearts. But it must be done. From time to time. And (I think) (I believe) as often as possible.
His protestations lessened, and he grew quiet. The conversation ended as he stepped out of the car and walked to his Physics class. We’ll see where the conversation takes us over the next few
days years (goodness, this parenting-and-instilling-values thing is a humdinger).
As I pulled out of the parking lot, the pup climbed into the front seat and I rolled the window down for her. She leaned out a bit and the wind blew her ears back. That window…open.
And I thought yes. Yes, that’s it.
Sending a little love your way, m
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