recovering economist
Parenthood changes you.
It’s true.
I said something similar to this just the other day.
Mine was along the lines of, “I am not sure I knew fully who I was until I became a dad.”
For, I believe, parenthood has a way of revealing us.
It opens something up that is nearly impossible to convey.
“I don’t remember who said this, but there really are places in the heart you don’t even know exist until you love a child.”
You should teach a child.
You should, and you do teach a child. You teach them to eat, speak, read, and drink out of a cup.
They also have to be taught about fairness, and sharing, and how phones work.
But I want my children to love books too, you see.
And I know they will.
Because there is no better teacher than leading by example.
Want your kids to love books? Keep a lot of books around.
I want a library my kids (and I) can get lost in.
“It was strangely comforting, for I remembered copying such things from a heavy textbook that sat on the shelf above my father’s desk. He had all kinds of books rescued from dustbins and deserted houses and bought for pennies at church bazaars. The range of subjects from ufology to Plato to the planarian reflected his ever-curious mind. I would pore over this particular book for hours, contemplating its mysterious world. The dense text was impossible to penetrate but somehow the monochromic renderings of living organisms suggested many colors, like flashing minnows in a fluorescent pond. This obscure and nameless book, with its paramecia, algae, and amoebas, floats alive in memory. Such things that disappear in time that we find ourselves longing to see again. We search for them in close-up, as we search for our hands in a dream.”