On the drive home from the Chrysler Museum Friday, my six-year-old son playfully asked,
“Mommy, do you ever feel like sometimes your heart is too big to fit in your chest? Like, maybe you need to wear some of it outside of you?”
Funny how such a light-hearted question from my little boy’s mind had the power to expand my heart for days now. I am convinced God had a hand in delivering the ultimate message that resonated with me, despite the innocence with which it was presented. My son does talk a lot, true, and I should admit that he doesn’t really understand a lot of what he says. He’s only 6, after all. Days spent with him involve continuous, nonstop dialogue sprinkled with dozens of unusual and often interesting associations outside the realm of my cluttered and sadly repressed adult mind. Of course I encourage his free thinking and uninhibited chatter as often as possible. I hope he always feels free to play with words this way. I also believe this incessant need for conversation is part of his unique learning style and way of assessing the world around him. He needs to be able to talk about what he sees, and he also needs the adults around him to actively listen. I hope I always make a point to occasionally document some of his musings, because as precious as his words are now, they will no doubt take on richer and more profound meaning as we both grow older and attempt to figure it all out together.