Cooking dinner last night, I overheard the following conversation coming up from the basement:
Noah: I don't love her, I hate her!
Caleb: How do you know?
Noah: Cause I just know. Cause there is nothing in my heart!
Caleb: Whatever, Noah. Did you know that when you're in love, seriously, I am telling you the scientific truth here. Did you know that it's not your heart that feels love the most?
Noah: Seriously?! What does?
Caleb: Seriously. There is proof. Nope, not your heart. When you are in love, it's your lungs that are really the thing that hurts the most. You feel it in your lungs.
Noah: Hmmmm.
Caleb: Yup, that's the truth. And when your feelings are hurt? Or your emotions or whatever? That's when you feel it in your stomach. Hurts baaaad then.
[And up until then I was kind of eavesdropping and giggling and wondering how long Noah would buy this as the truth.]
Caleb: But when you hate? It's your brain. When you hate it hurts your mind. And that is the worst kind of hurt there is.
Then I got chills. Here on the night of 9/11. After a day when, quite frankly, I had avoided thinking about it all too much. I hadn't turned on the TV. It was too painful. Too long. Yet too short. Somehow still too raw. And even more so knowing it had been ten years.
What a wise thought from a boy born exactly two weeks after 9/11/01.
I was moved. Still am.
But as my kids are apt to do, they then snapped me back to reality.
Noah: Yeah, well I hate Rosalina and it's totally making my head hurt.
So, yeah. So much for great intentional wisdom. They were totally talking about the Mario Kart video game. But the message stands all the same. Video game or not.
