standoff

March 7, 2011 § Leave a comment

Big brown eyes gauge me and I am aware my boundaries are being measured against his will.  Curious and tireless my son pushes against rules and expectations like a body pushing against the current, limbs heavy with resistance.  I marvel at his focus and commitment to concepts held tightly in his mind.  Determined to find his own truths and undeterred by others’ dismissal he stands firmly in a space of possibility.

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