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Myopia

8/9/2015

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     I had clear direction and a humorous relfection today in an alternate reality with my son and then by the time I sat at my computer to record it, it was lost.  
     I pieced together the day because I feel like getting some of the words out of me  helps even if they are not exactly the ones I want to be strung together.  
     But I know I edited something that stopped me in my tracks that day.  It was the genius I expect from my son; but definitely could be misunderstood and turned into negativity.  
     When evaluating our surroundings he laughed and said, "Most people only see this," and he put his hands up around his face.  "So, they don't see how weird all this is," and he gestured around the room that was a mis-mash uncoordinated hiccupping picture of bizaare.
     I responded to him, "They're going to be caught unawares when their souls are taken."  
     In the past week, I've been reflecting on this.  The edit.  The censoring.  There are many days that I remind my children of appropriate things to say (or more the case, to refrain from saying).  But truly, I have loved every word from their mouths.  I love understanding more about the irreverence as well as the caring that shines through their words.  
     In short I suppose I was afraid I would have to respond to someone understanding that we are more concerned with talking about where we are instead of talking to who we're with that I crossed out those words with a thick red pen.  Quite honestly, those words offer more insight than knowing he prefers root beer and his burger cooked to medium with no tomatoes.

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