I wonder if I've been doing it right. Teaching him about life. Bettering himself through my insight of the future, to be his own suture. He tells me..
“You should get better with math.”
I reply, “I got the math skills I need for what I do.”
“Yeah but, if you get better, you could do better.” He tells me as if he was the teacher helping me loom to the future. I then realize that he is finding his understanding of what I've taught him. He's gaining knowledge that took me so long to find, use, and bear the fruit from. I'm proud of myself but not as proud as I am of my son, for my son. Go my child, lunge into greatness and let the world be your witness.
“It feels great, teaching my son about life. But it's even better to see it maturing in his life.