08/02/08
There is a child-like innocence about Samoa. It may a freedom from what we call civilization. To watch your grown children fall into this world somehow makes a parent both proud of who they have become and happy for what they have retained.
As a preschooler, my son, Nicholas, played for hours in our sandbox. The joy he got from making roads for his matchbox cars has not been lost. He is now an accountant with KPMG.
My daughter, Kim, has always loved tropical fish. She worked for many years in a tropical fish store where she met he future husband, Matt. Now they both marvel for the first time at the beautiful fish they once both sold. She is now a high school biology teacher. He is a landscape designer.
There is a child-like innocence about Samoa. It may a freedom from what we call civilization. To watch your grown children fall into this world somehow makes a parent both proud of who they have become and happy for what they have retained.
As a preschooler, my son, Nicholas, played for hours in our sandbox. The joy he got from making roads for his matchbox cars has not been lost. He is now an accountant with KPMG.
My daughter, Kim, has always loved tropical fish. She worked for many years in a tropical fish store where she met he future husband, Matt. Now they both marvel for the first time at the beautiful fish they once both sold. She is now a high school biology teacher. He is a landscape designer.
Nicholas Playing in Sand
Kim and Matt Chasing Fish
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