Little Boys...
Boys are found everywhere—on top of, underneath,
inside of climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mother’s
love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them,
adults ignore then and Heaven protects them.
A boy is truth with dirt on its face beauty with a
cut on its finger, wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the hope of the
future with a frog in its pocket.
A boy is a magical creature—you can lock out of
your workshop, but you can’t lock him out of your heart, you can get him out of
your study, but you can’t get him out of your mind. Might as well give up—he is
your captor, your jailor, your boss and your master—a freckle-faced pint sized,
cat chasing bundle of noise.
But when you come home at night with only the
shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them like new with two
magic words—‘Hi, Dad!’
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