I never thought it would be something so special. The pride of seeing your son discover something and sharing his excitement with such awestruck, wondrous eyes. He makes me wonder all the time who is teaching whom, what.
Even as i try teaching him to eat with a sense of decorum and a sense of time, he is teaching me patience. When I am teaching him about insects and gardening, he teaches me excitement at seeing caterpillars curl up and snails shrinking into their shells. He teaches me happiness when he catches a ball, letting go and yelling ooooohhhh when he wants to do a together "wolf maadiri kathuhu" going on the scooter, sensitivity - when he becomes silent on perceived injustices and I have to explain my actions to him.
My child - my teacher. My son. My wonder. My very own.
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