I started reading the poetry to my 6 year old. Not the traditional kindergarten poems, but the great poetry of modern times. He expresses a serious interest in writing. He writes stories daily, asking me to help him spell the difficult words like "sometimes" or "colorful". I couldn't help but smile this morning as I sat beside him, listening to him recount the ideas for his new story, and helping him spell it.
I immediately decided that, unlike my dysfunctional fucked up parents, I would cultivate his desire, into a talent, something he would love doing and bought him his first composition book. For all my fucked up problems, having a kid like him makes me think maybe I am not so fucked up. That is awesome.
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listennow1:
Thank you 
I don't really talk to my parents about stuff like that a lot. Because I think it can just lead to more disappointment. But I probably should do. I know I could please them and how to please them. But that's just not stuff I want to do.
I don't really talk to my parents about stuff like that a lot. Because I think it can just lead to more disappointment. But I probably should do. I know I could please them and how to please them. But that's just not stuff I want to do. 
groove:
I think that is *awesome*.