I think most parents have ideas about what they want for their kids.  It’s almost impossible to cultivate a human, dedicate your life them, and not have expectations. For example you might want them to be happy, successful, motivated, intelligent, a lawyer, a doctor, a businessperson, an intellectual, the president, an artist, a philanthropist, rich, famous, or not living in your basement at 40 – eating Bugles and masturbating.

I think above all else I want The Munch to be a questioner.  As long as she questions herself, society, culture, spirituality, life, she will be okay.  The truth of existence is that no matter what path you chose, it will inevitably feel mundane, soulless, and oppressive at times.  I think that is just the nature of reality.  But as long as you don’t get bored of your own mind, and question ever aspect of your being, you will always be in a state of evolution.

I try to encourage Munch to think about the deeper issues of the cosmos, but she doesn’t always show that much interest in talking about the concept of the multiverse, or how perhaps all of life is just one giant electron blinking in and out of reality in an eternal feedback loop.  She in fact often changes the subject.  But the other day when The Munch and I we were walking to the sandbox she did give me some hope….

Munch: Mamma, who made me?

Toni: What do you mean?

Munch: Like who made me? How was I made?

Toni: Well, I made you.  In my tummy.  With your daddy’s love juice.

Munch: And you made these arms for me so I could swing on swings?

Toni: Yup, I sure did.

Munch: And you made me these legs so I could run so fast.

Toni: Yes…

Munch: So you made me so I could be your special little girl and you could love me so much?

Toni: Exactly.

The Munch is becoming quite the little philosopher.  I mean, considering she is only 3, I think we are well on our way!