Dear Sept,
We had another visit from Geoffrey, checking in to see how you’re doing.
I was happy to report that you are doing great.
I’m having fun watching you explore your world. At this stage, you’re beginning to think about future careers. I guess going to school has you thinking that way, all those questions about what you want to do “when you grow up.”
First, I’m telling you never to grow up. Just grow. Keep your openness and passion for exploration all your life.
I trust you will. It seems to be your nature.
Most of your playtime, these days, centers around trying on different careers.
Sometimes, you play doctor. I find the doll a little creepy, personally, with those weird, staring eyes, but you seem to love your little patient, and you tend to him with gentle care.
Then you put away the doctor set, and you tell me you’re off to explore space.
But first you have to build the rocket.
It’s taking us a while to get this rocket finished. I’ve been reading the instructions. Most of it, we can’t make heads-or-tails out of.
“If I just look, I can figure it out,” you told me, holding up the measuring stick against a coil.
I took a shot at it after you headed in to do your homework.
We haven’t finished it yet, but we’re persistent. I guess having a project that takes more than a day–or maybe even more than a week–to finish develops patience. Not a bad quality to have.
When our brains are tired from looking at schemata, we still find that playing dolls is the most relaxing.
“I think really, of all of the choices there might be, this is it,” you told me.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “Choices for what?”
“What I do when I grow up,” you said.
“You want to play with dolls?”
You laughed. “No, silly!” you said. “Be a dad!”
Aw, son. That means that when I grow up, I get to be a granddad. Good choice.
Your pops,
Sebastion
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