Tuesday, July 5, 2011


Old stories of youthful play to please, I try as hard as I might.

Jesse learned to hop on one foot. Would you like to see, Aunt Shea?

Yes, Jesse. That would be great.

She smiled and started the performance.

I clapped, Wow. That is awesome, Jesse.

She stopped and started again.

Again I clapped, Man, you are so great at that.

She beamed with pride and continued. Continued until my hands stung from clapping and my well of positive adjectives had run dry. Oh Jesse I know, I see baby. You are incredible.

I wonder sometimes if she performs to hear how incredible she is or to convince others of their own potential.

It's Tuesday, a seemingly appropriate day to hop on one foot.


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