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You are my favorite antagonist; the most eloquent of laments outlining transgressions of comfort. Your language of inconvenience in suffering foolishness is matched only by the nonsensical comedy of errors that accompany exercises in common sense.

The most beautiful pieces of your awkward insistences are your emphatic statements of worldly knowing bound by experiences that most certainly are older than your years. You tether yourself tightly to a sense of security only to leap with messy abandon into a moment’s whim. You are a walking symphony of poorly harmonized instruments and the noise of your conviction and curiosity are a source of joyful amusement.

I hope you are always as confident in your beliefs as you are in your boundaries, but that you will invite opportunities to exercise greater humility and generosity that you might better enjoy the humor and wisdom of fallibility.

Love, Mom

Tagged: Musings, Son