This coming Christmas is extra special for my daughter. It is in a way ‘coming-of-age.’ She now officially knows who puts presents under the tree. I am happy to say that for her the knowledge came at just the right moment. She has been thinking about it on and off for a couple of years, growing up in the meantime. She has been stoically resilient to the flow of helpful info from her (more mature) classmates. She has been hanging on to her belief. Her perseverance paid off. The knowledge came gradually, from within, she figured it out by herself (or almost did.) And she resolved to still believe. So, this year all she needed was reassurance in what she already knew. We had a nice, long talk. One of the best ever. And at the end of it she said, “Thank you. You always have just the right words.” (I should make a point to remember this each time I feel that I am an inadequate parent.) It was the greatest thing.
Well, I knew the big talk was coming, so I was ready. I guess, I did OK. But as I am accepting my award, I want to thank – and give credit to – someone who has been a tremendous help and inspiration. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Francis Pharcellus Church! A humble man who has just the right words.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur