Trust

Last night while taking a spontaneous drive to Zilker park, we were listening to the new My Morning Jacket's "Highly Suspicious" which I have grown to love. Bowie and I sing along to this song a lot. But tonight he asked what suspicious was. So Chris said it means that you don't trust someone. I googled it and read the definition "openly distrustful". Bowie asked what that meant, and I said that it meant that you make it clear to someone that you don't trust them. Bowie's response was surprising to me, "That's mean." Oh my sweet, loving boy trying to learn how to "be nice".

I paused and said, "You know, there are some people that don't feel trustworthy. They make you feel bad or scared or worried." Silence. I continued, "The people we feel safe with, the people we feel good with are people we can trust."

He said, "I trust you Mama." My soul filled, I turned around in my seat and looked at him saying, "I trust you Bowie." I turned to my husband and said, "I trust you Papa." Bowie said with certainty, "I trust you too Papa." And Chris told us he trusts us too. For the next few minutes, Bowie continued on and on, "I trust our whole family. I trust you."

The evening continued on...gorgeous sunset on the downtown skyline, hours of crazy fun frisbee ending long after dark illuminated with glowsticks and a tiny flashlight, delicious P Terry's burgers at 10pm (a long nap preceded this outing) . As wonderful as that all was, that conversation in the minivan was what I am still glowing with.

Oh, and you gotta listen more than once...