A day or two ago I found myself in a bit of a funk worrying about something and Finn picked up on it.
“What’s wrong Daddoo?” “Nothing,” I said, lying through my teeth.
“Ok. Well come over here. This will help you feel better. Come play with me.”
And of course he was right. Co-building a Lego pyramid did seem to offer some relief.
I had noticed recently how quickly things can go from being a major disaster to being simply fine again with him. No emotion holds on for too long at this age except perhaps enthusiasm. That is the one thing that is in no short supply.
I would love it if worry was delayed from becoming part of his consciousness for as long as humanly possible. I wonder at what age it takes hold and when it becomes more difficult for one to flip the switch.
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