I wrote this almost a year ago, just before I found out my life was going to be changed irrevocably by the presence of my baby daughter- it was an interesting bout of irony and coincidence. I wanted to share it to take some of the bit away from the primary wars, and to give a more human face to the many personal stories that make up our backgrounds.
Here is being born; here is breathing, here is crying. Here is moving, here is grasping, here is coordination. Here is rolling over; here is sitting up, here is crawling, here is walking; here is walking without falling down. Here is feeling, here is seeing, here is understanding and anticipating.
Here is imitating; here is innovation. Here is uttering; here is repetition; here is language and here is speech. Here is laughter; here is awe and here is wonder. Here is inquisitiveness, here is intuition, here is incredulity.
Here is running; here is playing; here is pretending; here is finding hero and pretending to be them. Here is riding a bike, here is riding a bike without training wheels, here is rising a bike without falling down. Here is falling down and skinning your knee, and here is getting back up and trying again.
Here is good and here is bad; here is distinguishing the two; here is enduring one to attain the other. Here is causing it, and here is experiencing it.
Here is beauty, here is repugnancy. Here is anguish and here is joy; here is the sunrise over the ocean and here is a cold rainy day.
Here is fear, and here is courage. Here is experiencing the former and showing the later; here is overcoming and conquering the fear.
Here is individualism; here is making decisions; here is living with the consequences.
Here is being taught; here is learning. Here is knowing, here is knowing more than anyone else; here is humility and here is why experience is the best teacher.
Here is passion, here is lust. Here is deciphering the two.
Here is love; here is hate. Here is unconditional love; here is your family's love, your friends'. Here is friendship and here is sacrifice; Here is loving with all your heart; here is heartbreak. Here is depression and here is misery; here pain and here suffering (because you must!). Here is moving on and here is learning to love again.
Here, this: all that I have, all that I know, all that is within me that I have to pass on to you. Take these things, these seeds of knowledge, and plant them in yourself. Tend to them well- nurture them with experience, water them with time, cast upon them the rays of unrequited existence. I ask nothing for this, nothing of you, but that you add a layer or two; and when the time comes, pass them on to your children, and plant the seeds in them, too.
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