And That’s All That Matters
My older son, Ezekiel, looked so cool going to daycare today: jeans, his “fast” running shoes, a blue long-sleeve shirt, and a tan long-sleeve shirt tied around his waist.
Julie, my wife, added the tan shirt to his wardrobe right before we left for the day.
He just watched in curiosity as she tied it around his waist and then looked up with a smile as if to say, “I love it—I look so cool.”
Photo by J. Photography
When we got to his classroom, without even taking off his backpack, he ran in and ran up to one of his friends.
“Hey, _ _ _ _, do you like my shirt?!?”
“No!”
A hard moment to watch as a parent.
He walked over to me and told me.
“Dad, _ _ _ _ doesn’t like my shirt.”
“That’s okay. Do you like it, Ezekiel?”
“I do.”
“And, that’s all that matters. Let’s go put your backpack in your locker.”
Photo by J. Photography
As we stuffed his locker with his lunch pail and backpack, he looked at me, “I wanna wear this…” as he pointed to his tan shirt around his waist “…_ _ _ _ doesn’t like it.”
“But, who does like it?”
“Ezekiel does!” he said with a huge smile.
“And that’s all that matters.”
The world gets its fingers—and opinions—on us early.
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“But, who does like it?”
“[Insert your name here] does!” said with a huge smile.
“And that’s all that matters.”