“[Mister] lives to drive,” he says to himself while playing with a steering wheel. He’s a toddler boy. There’s really no surprise there.
The surprise comes from the other things he says as he drives.
“One day, your own hair will glow silver in the sun. When that day comes, Love…” he recites the picture book Someday by Alison McGhee and Peter H. Reynolds
“I’ve squandered my resistance on a pocket full of mumbles…promises,” he sings Simon and Garfunkel’s The Boxer.
With all of those amazing books and lyrics already rattling around in his brain, I can’t help but feel like I’m raising someone important. And that parenting him is bigger than just me and Mister.
When have you felt that something you’re doing is bigger than you? Have you ever felt this way with your writing? How did that affect your process?