The other night, he insisted on a book from the top shelf of his bookcase which incidentally, is where I put books that we will grow into. I have vintage hardbacks of things like The House at Pooh Corner and Robinson Crusoe. I look forward so much to reading those with Jack, but never want him to grow big enough that it's time. (Freezing time. Isn't someone working on that?)
Anyway, the other night, Jack insisted on "that one! that tree book!"
He was pointing at this:
I tried to talk him out of it. He insisted. We sat on the couch and read it.
About halfway through, I remembered why my first instinct had been to try and read something different.
It's beautiful and heartbreaking. It's simple and complex. It's sweet and devastatingly philosophical.
(In short: I was sobbing.)
Jack looked up at me and said, "Don't cry, Momma."
I was recently talking to a friend who isn't sure she's ready to have a baby. She's scared of losing herself. And I totally get that. I mean, it's a real fear.
In response, I said this:
It's like, all your life, you've been living your life and things are awesome. You believe that you've taken the elevator to the top floor -- house, marriage, family, pets, etc. Life rocks.
But then, you have a baby. And you realize that there's another floor above you. So, you take the elevator one floor higher. And when you get there, it is SO MUCH BETTER than where you were before. And so many people you know are there! And you wonder: How the hell did I ever think that what I had before was the best it was going to get? THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER.
She teared up.
I didn't mean to make her cry. I was just sharing what I feel to be true.
Shel Silverstein didn't mean to make me cry. Hell, maybe he did. I'll never know. Either way, he was sharing what he knew to be true.
Ain't life grand?
Hope you can enjoy some truth today. Even if it makes you cry a little.
P.S. Just to end on a happy note, wasn't Shel Silverstein a bad looking dude?