Although I myself am not a Texan, I do occasionally feel compelled to recognize that my boys are Texans and therefore are subject to normative rites of passage for Texas children. One such experience is being plopped down in a field, with lots of wildflowers, which also means lots of bees and butterflies, which may or may not be close to a very busy road, only to have a few photos snapped by your parents. Who am I to deny my children this birthright? As Tom Petty put it, you belong among the wildflowers...
No comments:
Post a Comment