Every once in a while, I get to spend time with one of my five-year-old sidekicks.
As I am starting to understand my ability to read other people's energy (and what parts of it I take with me after meeting or passing them), I am learning why I yearn for these visits with my little buddies.
They always have so much to say and questions, boy do they have questions.
But, I also note how different the boys are from the girls.
The little boy I sometimes pick up from school generally starts off our time together reticent.
I ask him what he did that day, and he usually tells me he can't remember. Over time, I joke with him about his lack of memory, or ask him specific but very crazy questions. And eventually, I win him over.
We laugh a lot together -- I get to be whimsical and creative and open to any ideas, nonsensical or brilliant or both. We make snacks together, walk and investigate places, read books or play. We do homework and clean up.
We do every day regular things together for a few hours.
At some point during our time together, mostly when we are getting close to bedtime story, he asks me if I have children.
No matter how many times I have answered this question, I get it again ... sometime two times in row.
Is it that he thinks that adults without children wouldn't know how to understand a child? What does that question mean?
9 hours ago