While I do admit a certain fondness for raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, and -- most definitely -- for brown paper packages tied up with strings, these are not necessarily among my favorite things.
I expect, however, that over time, you will learn what they are, as I continue to find out, myself. For now, I know I love a good bacon cheeseburger. That first cup of coffee in the morning (and sometimes, the fifth, come afternoon) can really make me smile. Lilac bushes, good books, great conversation and blazing fireplaces make me very happy. And I think a splash of vanilla vodka or smooth, dark Jamaican rum makes just about anything that much better.
Yup, these are already among my most favorite things.
Some things, not so much. And I suspect we will discuss those, as well. For what good is a blog without a rant every now and again?
But not now.
Now, a thing about which I have discovered I have very mixed feelings: the SAT exam. Or, rather, my son Justin's SAT scores.
He did well, mind you. Very well, as a matter of fact. And that's certainly a good thing. I am proud of him. I am happy for him. And I am relieved to have cleared yet another hurdle on the loooong road to college.
But I hated having so much invested in the numbers. I hated the wait until we could log on this morning to find out Justin's scores. And I hate the inevitable comparisons a system like this engenders. What does it say about us that so much of our uniquely talented, multi-faceted, distinctly individual kids is often just reduced to numbers that will dictate a great deal about their futures?
Hmmm...it's beginning to look as if naive idealism could be counted as among my favorite things.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings, indeed.
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