5 minutes of unedited, unpolished messy writing on the word: Mighty. Starting now.
Mighty warriors. I'm thinking of my 6-year old son and the 5 minute story we read last night about the Avegners and how Captain America was found. I was thinking about how at his age I believe I was more interested in love stories and princess and the color pink than The Incredible Hulk and making sure everything is blue because blue is for boys ONLY. That's what he thinks anyways.
I hope Michael grows to be mighty like Mr. Sexy. Mr. Sexy never gives up. Too often I don't have faith in his ability to fix what is broken. It hurts him and usually he doesn't even tell me. Michael has that same mentality. "Oh this didn't work. I guess we should just go home and give up." That's basically what he said while Mr. Sexy failed - again - at getting our truck out of the mud a few feet from our house. (The mud is crazy out here in these fields.)
Mr. Sexy doesn't know the word failure. This reminds me of Einstein. Although my husband is MUCH hotter. ::wink wink:: Instead of seeing failure, he sees a new way, a better way. I can't always have that mentality and my 6-year old soon who (as far as I can tell) has a gamer for a biological father, well, he allows failure to happen to him too.
So I hope that Michael will persevere like Iron Man. I hope that he will find new ways to conquer the challenges that will come his way in life.
5 minutes went by fast today! Hope you liked it!