I watch Sammy, the four-year-old I live, spin around in circles in front of me with his hands raised toward the ceiling. I say to him, "sammy, you are such a beautiful dancer."
"I am going to be a ballerina when I grow up...and a paleontologist..."
I am almost positive the comment about being a ballerina came from his fascination with the tights and leggings I often wear. He loves to feel them and asks if he can wear them. I didn't want to suffer the wrath of his parents so I had to think of something quick to say that would satisfy, and be honest....so I told him, "society does not accept men wearing tights...people only think it is okay for ballet dancers..."
My life continues to be transformed by this little boy, his two-year-old sister, and the other seven people I live with.
I just had the opportunity to speak to a Philosophy class at the College I go to....the world is moving, in the best way possible.
