I am a marvel

Are there any perfect parents out there? To be honest. I am longing for one pair.
Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never never be again....and what do our parents teach us? They teach us that two and two make four, and Paris is the capital city of France.

When will they also teach us what we are?

They should tell: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move.

You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, darling, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then have a another who is-like you, a marvel?

Maybe I am writing out of my disappointment of not having one. But. I am going home now. To tell him that he is a marvel. And followed by some hugs. And warm kisses.