
My son is curious about everything, and there are times when his curiosity lasts a lot longer than mine. We’ll be on a walk in the park, and he’ll spot an interesting plant. I’ll want to move on; he’ll want to linger.
And I have to remind myself that for Ben, time doesn’t mean anything. He doesn’t have appointments to keep or errands to take care of. He doesn’t know what day of the week it is. (He doesn’t even know the names of all of the days of the week!) He’s got his curiosity, and he’ll chase it for as long as it lingers. If it means that we’re doing nothing at all — literally, just sitting next to a plant for 15 minutes and looking at how prickly it is — that’s OK! We don’t need to fill every moment with activities.
I’m not great at this — weirdly, doing nothing makes me feel a little anxious. I keep asking myself: Couldn’t we be using this time more productively? But then I remember that Ben doesn’t care about productivity. At the end of the day, he knows if he had fun, not if he got a lot done.
So I’m trying to get better at it, too, just sitting with my thoughts (and Ben’s questions), and being bored. What’s fun for Ben can be fun for me, too.
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My wife and I went on a hike the other day and spotted a moose. Seeing a moose in the wild hasn’t gotten old yet. (I hope it never does.)








