I am so proud and astounded as I witness my daughters develop their creator selves; my oldest with a pen and pencil, my younger with any instrument she can get her hands on. Their relatively uncluttered mental storage units seem to allow for this ultra fast, uber flexible learning curve. I see changes and development that takes me months, happen for them in moments.
I am stacks of rocks that must be lugged and wrestled aside to carve slow new paths. They are new trickling rushing streams across sand, forming patterns almost instantaneously, then washing over and forming anew. My daughters give me that courage to try new things. Because of their fearless endeavors at personal growth I feel I must at least attempt piano lessons, grant writing, korean cooking... Here's to moving many more rocks to build many more paths.