In one of my endlessly-fascinating conversations with my four-year-old son, he once asked me, “Mama, what is your very favorite thing?”
I love how kids deal in extremes. My very favorite thing out of all the things? I paused to ponder this. Well, I love to be with my children and my husband. I love to read. I love to sleep, and I don’t get enough of it. I really love to eat dark chocolate. But, my very favorite thing? “Truly, son, my favorite thing to do is to walk.”
This baffled him, of course. “That’s boring,” he said. (This coming from a kid whose favorite thing to do is race around the yard with his light-up Spiderman shoes and hit trees with large sticks.) Walking is so mundane, right? So basic.