My son and I went swimming at the municipal pool in the next town east today. I was taking a break when he came over to me with a swim-mask in his hands, which he handed to me.
It wasn’t his swim mask. That was up on his forehead out of the way. It was another kid’s, and it had come apart. “Here, Mom” he said. “It belongs to that kid over there, and it broke. Tell me when you’ve got it fixed.” I asked a couple of questions and found that the mask had come apart, and the kid had taken it to his own mother. She said she had no idea what to do. So he simply brought it to me. Why? “Because you can fix anything!” he said, as if that were a self-evident fact.
Someday he will disillusioned of his belief in my abilities. But it didn’t happen today. Today I fixed the mask.
Revel in these moments, as it will seem a scant few years before absolute faith is replaced with absolute rolling of the eyes and you and W are officially the stupidest people on the face of the planet.
You haven’t lived until you get the eyeroll after saying, “The sun is up.”