“Passion is energy.” — Oprah Winfrey
For years I searched for a passion– that singular thing that would compel me to stay up late, eschew nourishment, and deny myself other simple pleasures because I was swept up into the monsoon of passion. I eventually found my way to my passion, but I was a good three decades into life.
My kids, however, they’ve stumbled upon a passion very young. A deep and abiding fire burns inside both of them, and in pursuit of that passion, they would forsake everything– ice cream, popsicles, trips to the park, a chance to ruin stuff in my purse.
Their passion? Band-Aids. While they love the character Band-Aids, they will not reject a plain old brown one. They are all over my house, my children, and my ass, which was awesome when I found one there (outside of my clothes) after a discussion with my boss.
Such good times.
I want to foster their passions, but this one needs some squelching. Maybe it makes me a bad parent but I plan to prune the branches of their passion tree because I can’t take it anymore.
Read more about the Great Band-Aid Epidemic here.