I was helping my nephew with his assignment, when I saw a pensive expression that was far too intense to be just about his school work.“What’s up with that look?” I asked.
With deep sincerity he responded with his own question: “Why are you helping me?”
And he wasn’t satisfied with “… because you’re my nephew” or “… because I love you”.
No. He was searching for a deeper motivation. A motivation deeper than love?!
I hadn’t thought about the why. I just knew that I wanted to contribute to him being able to complete the assignment which I know would make him happy. But, when he forced me to give him a more deeply ruminative answer my contemplation led me to this realization—I was first and foremost grateful for the opportunity to help him succeed.
Debobed 