My little girl just asked me to watch her hula hoop. I said ok, laying down on the floor, barely paying attention. Then she proceeded to work that hoop for minutes at a time.
I have no idea how to hula hoop. Neither does my wife. She just picked it up and figured it out; she mastered it.
This is one of those moments when I realize I’ve made actual people here. People who not only learn what I show them, but go out and do things I can’t. They will have friends I don’t pick for them, conversations that don’t involve me, and interests I know nothing about. They are more than just my children.
It’s humbling, and even a little bit scary.
Now my younger son it trying that hula hoop; he’s much better than I would have predicted. I wonder if I can do it, too.
