Today was Little Boy Darling’s first day of school. Here he is, having been born—almost—on this blog for I wrote about his birth, his first plane ride to Hawaii, learning to walk there and those shoes that walked him instead of the other way around. There on the Island he gave the baby goats, Do and Ra, their bottles, and watched them suck out the milk faster than any of us could get out a good sneeze. Now he is six years old and going to school.
I thought his main repertoire was #Minecraft, #Nintendo, #Mario, #Sonic, computer games, yet when the school interviewer asked what he wanted to study, he said “Physics.”
“What do you want to study in physics?” she asked.
“Gravity,” he said. “That’s one of life’s great mysteries.”
I think he was playing for the audience, but it got him his first scholarship.
What I wanted to ask you was about the following:
There is a little girl at Little Boy Darling’s school, older that LBD and was there with her younger brother. She had a red scarf completely covering her hair, and bore a bright red dress, as well as heavy black tights that ended with socks and shoes. Her face was clear, as were her hands, but that was about all. Her little brother looked no different from the other boys in dress and behavior.
She was charming, friendly and talkative. It impacted me, though, painful to see a young filly tied up unnecessarily when her natural inclination is to kick up her heels.
I can do nothing I suppose except to know that she is attending a very free school where she can express herself, is democratic and encourages freedom of choice.
Of course we can all wonder how we have restricted ourselves or where we feel tied-up. Ours is self-imposed. Is hers?