One of my favorite things about President Obama is the strong sense I get from him that he deeply loves his wife and daughters and knows exactly how to express it. I just think that's wonderful. And I think the world would be an entirely different place ( a much better place ) if even just half of the worst men who neglect, cheat and abuse were replaced with men like him. Okay - not exactly like him because I don't think a billion world-changing men would work. Which leads me to think. This world is big and it is also small.
Another thought that has crossed my mind. How crazy is it that Barack Obama was once a toddler? an infant? just born? not even born? (that last one is inane) How crazy is it that all of us at one point were small and helpless. I've proposed this question via fb status, so this isn't new. but truly, I am so interested by this. No matter how great or how low of a human you are, you started with a need to be taken care of. You were this little pathetic thing that had no idea about anything. I wish this could make me want to forgive certain people, or accept, but for some reason I still cannot...because I realize that knowing this fact doesn't change the here and now in real actionable terms.I feel like oatmeal. like eating it not as though I am it. or spicy cheetos.(Next post will have to be a list of foods I crave right before I go to bed.)