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It’s Exactly Like That ( A Geeklet Story )

Today I acquired a textual content from my daughter that mentioned merely, “Sonnet 18.”

Guess they’re studying that one at school now (together with Hamlet and East of Eden, apparently. A actual combined bag!) “Easy peasy,” I texted again. “You’ve been able to sing that since you were three.”

“I what?” she responded.

Did she not bear in mind? Oh, it’s one in every of my most primal recollections. I went on a quest.

For context let’s begin right here. A lengthy, very long time in the past, earlier than we had something like iPhones and the thought of a “custom ringtone” was one thing that the peak of personalizing your telephone, mine was, after all, Pink Floyd’s David Gilmour singing Sonnet 18. I imply, I do know, proper? How are you aware that exists and never make it your ringtone? I really like Shakespeare, I really like Pink Floyd. It’s just like the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups of music.

Then someday I caught my kids singing it. How do you seize that second? They known as it “the song Daddy’s phone sings.” You can’t clarify to your children, not at that age, that they simply elevated their Daddy’s common pleasure. Sure I’d spent the primary years of their lives speaking about Shakespeare and “decorating their lives” with Shakespeare, however right here was the primary second once I heard it come again to me, and I knew I used to be altering their lives as a lot as they’d simply modified mine. Music to my ears, in infinitely extra methods than one.

Even higher, I managed to file it.

I despatched that off to my daughter to point out her mates in school, together with some photos of what she regarded like when she was 3, as a result of that’s how previous she is in that clip.

When she got here house from faculty at present and we have been speaking about it, she mentioned, “Does that make you sad?”

I checked out her humorous. “It’s literally been my purpose in life, I’ve literally spent eighteen years shaping your brain the way I think is best for you to go out into the universe.”

“YA THINK?” she mentioned.

“Moments like this, when I know the plan worked, you think that makes me sad?”

“No,” she mentioned, “not sad like that. Sad like, looking back at those memories, that were so long ago.”

I knew what she was saying. That factor we typically name “happysad.” She was proper, after all. But I can get happysad about a variety of issues. I wanted a special reply.

“You know,” I advised her, questioning if my voice would break, “I truthfully don’t bear in mind a lot about educating you guys to experience a motorbike. But that scene in all of the television exhibits and flicks, proper? Where the dad or mum is working behind with a hand on the seat, and the child doesn’t have the coaching wheels anymore, after which all of the sudden the dad or mum lets go and so they’re doing it by themselves? That delight, that exhilaration?

That is strictly what it appears like. Every. Single. Time.”


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