Earlier this year, RoleReboot.org published one of my essays titled “7 Reasons Why My Son Is Smarter Than I Was At His Age.” (You can read it here).
More and more, I’m convinced it’s true. My son is smarter than I was at his age. At eight years of age, he has such an awareness about the world around him. I’m pretty sure I was much more self-absorbed at his age. And he wonders about things and asks questions, that many times I don’t know the answer to. (But due to the magic of Google, answers are never too far).
Here’s just a small sampling of what he’s asked about this past week:
“Who gets ready faster — men or women?”
“Who invented bras? And when?”
“How does wind form?”
“Did Grandma and Grandpa buy their house before or after they got married?”
I love the fact that my son asks questions. I love that he’s curious and interested in such a wide variety of subjects.
And I love that he knows that it’s always okay to ask his questions. Because he knows his questions will be listened to, will be considered, and will be answered (to the best of my ability).