I read books about those whose lives are fraught with terrible purpose - as I don’t suppose there is any such quest for me. My purpose is to raise two good boys. I will raise my sons to believe in destiny, in magic, in the ultimate triumph of good - even at the brink of darkness when one cannot lift one’s own blade or move ones own feet - there is hope for victory yet. This is my purpose - to raise the next generation of dreamers, of readers, of writers.
Even as I search for my *Great Tale* - my legacy - I watch my children closely. I see the signs there for both of them. I see in CrazyHorse a sharp and keen mind but also the playfulness and whimsy every child should know. Wolverine is not yet old enough to see a spark of his future paths (unless he’s going to be a vampire) but he is beautiful and curious an it will be glorious to see it all unfold before him.
I see such potential in my children that it frightens me though it also fills me with a hope so bright, all shadows grow pale.
So I’m a touch melodramatic. You get my point.
~S
Posted by Shade53 at January 12, 2007 07:26 AM