Wisdom

Sometimes I forget that there is a real, live person inside my son. That probably sounds impossible (or at the very least, strange for a mother to admit), but the truth is that I can get so caught up in helping him learn and develop so he can be independent some day, I forget that there is a personality in that body that is just him. It's something that cannot and will not be altered, and every time it makes an appearance, I'm beyond thankful that it refuses to be silenced.

Today he asked me what his sister and I did today.
Ian- "But what did you do?"
Me- "Nothing. She was sick, so we did nothing. Really, I did nothing."
Ian- "It's impossible to do nothing, Mom."
Me (thinking)- "Okay, well, I did stuff like laundry, but it felt like I did nothing."
Ian- "If you can't actually do nothing, that means that you are always doing something. So, if you're always doing something, why not make sure that something is important? Actually, everything you do means something, Mom, so don't say you did nothing. That isn't true."