Watching my son grow,
I find his mind fascinating.
You never know where
it will go.
I don't know why he loves
cars and motorcycles and buses.
I don't know why his favorite
colors are neon pink
and dark blue.
The answers don't matter as
much as the fact
that he's learned
to choose
as early as
year two.
I know that his insights
will be different from mine,
the world is strangely familiar
but so different
from mine
when he says:
Twinkle, twinkle
star,
Mommy,
moon!
Airplane!
There's a hint of betrayal
when he says,
Mommy, office.
But just watching him
learn the words,
piece them together
from nothing,
and spew them out
in his own
weird order
is nothing short
of amazing.
I'll never get tired
of hearing him say
something
new
and I'm devoted
to witnessing
the evolution
of his wonderful
Neurons in the brain - illustration
Credit: Benedict Campbell. Wellcome Images
images@wellcome.ac.uk
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