We were on our way home from an especially well-played soccer match. My son Joseph settled happily back in the seat and sighed.
"Mom," he said. "I feel, deep in my heart, that I'm about to be famous."
"Really? I asked. "What do you mean?"
"Well," he said, "You know how I'm not famous now?" I thought for a minute, trying to remember if I'd seen his picture on the cover of People magazine. Nope.
"Yes, I know."
"Well," he continued, "I just feel, in my heart, like I'm about to be."
He contentedly sighed again, and he gazed out his window.
How easily I forget the wonder of having the mystery and possibility of an entire life stretching out in front of you.
It's good to be six.