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.