i hate to make metaphors about life..
JUST KIDDING!
it will always be, eternally the little boy tucked away in his room.
Situation: you walk into the living space that can only be kept by a, lets say 7 year old boy. you look around. objects everywhere. said boy is preoccupied, sprawling into his own, private, wild world of dinosaurs and fire fighters and gi joes and stirofoam footballs not to scale and... he pays no mind to your presence. you try to join him, fulfill any preconceived notion that yes, children love you and yes, youll be a fabulous parent someday. someday. but, as it turns out, the only business he wants with you is to help him freeze water on his shoulder. so, you walk away, the rejected playmate. youre just about to leave, but you happen to catch a glimpse of the oldest looking toy in the room, a half chewed up toy soldier his aunt susan had given him 3 birthdays prior. on a whim you bend down and scoop it up. before you can think more than 'what the heck is this' it is ripped out of your hands and scurried quickly away. you look up only to be reprimanded and scolded til your only option is to leave. what if you hadnt picked it up? would he have ever wanted it again?
it will always be, eternally the little boy tucked away in his room.
Situation: you walk into the living space that can only be kept by a, lets say 7 year old boy. you look around. objects everywhere. said boy is preoccupied, sprawling into his own, private, wild world of dinosaurs and fire fighters and gi joes and stirofoam footballs not to scale and... he pays no mind to your presence. you try to join him, fulfill any preconceived notion that yes, children love you and yes, youll be a fabulous parent someday. someday. but, as it turns out, the only business he wants with you is to help him freeze water on his shoulder. so, you walk away, the rejected playmate. youre just about to leave, but you happen to catch a glimpse of the oldest looking toy in the room, a half chewed up toy soldier his aunt susan had given him 3 birthdays prior. on a whim you bend down and scoop it up. before you can think more than 'what the heck is this' it is ripped out of your hands and scurried quickly away. you look up only to be reprimanded and scolded til your only option is to leave. what if you hadnt picked it up? would he have ever wanted it again?