Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Letter to the kid

Dear Roman,

You brought this home from preschool yesterday, beaming with delight. On it were pictures of: a map, a forest, and an exotic lizard's skin. You saw this as an ability to use glue and scissor but I saw something else. It was that exhilarating free-spirited Roman soul in you. You know no boundaries when it comes to strangers, you have no problem getting rough in the knees, running outside topless and barefooted during the summer.

You're still a boy with tousled curls and popsicle stained face but as you grow up, the world is yours for the taking.

You may want to be free to fly and fall at your choice, to travel and see the world. Or go to an expensive school and become a lawyer, or a teacher, or an artist, or an athlete. You may want to stand where our ancestors stood, jump from airplanes, and see places you read about. You will experience joy and heartbreak. You may want to throw yourself into the middle of a sweaty club in Australia and feel alive for the first time in your life. You may want to try new things, putting something in the world that isn't there before... but whatever you do, do it with love and always smile with more than your lips.