Last night at bedtime, as the rain was gently tapping on our roof, he said:"I guess it is good when life is so unexciting. That's when you notice the really amazing and interesting things, like the sound of rain on the roof, and the two birds I saw this morning on the way to school." We talked about the simple joys of life, meditation and excitement versus true happiness.
The next morning as we grabbed the backpack to drive off to school he said:"Last night was so great." When I inquired about what he meant - a phone call with his friend who had moved to Los Angeles two years ago, a TV show from the night before or some breakthrough on a video game...he said: "No, Mom, listening to the rain on the roof."