There is something about becoming a parent (as I feel we are even now) that makes interrogate your inspirations in life. I think more than ever before about the myriad of texts–videos, books, music, conversations–that I consume. And I find myself collecting in some mental box all the beautiful things that I come across so that I might one day share them with this small person, like tiny gifts.
In the past couple days I’ve come across two such things and, as Nico is still a bun in the oven, I thought I’d share them with you all instead.
The first I found while watching a Harry Nilsson documentary on Netflix the other night. It’s a children’s movie that Nilsson made in the 1970s with Dustin Hoffman, among others, about a land where everyone and everything “has a point.” Until one day a little boy is born without a point:
The other is an illustrated snippet of a Terry Gross interview with Maurice Sendak, of Where the Wild Things Are:
I just listened to it this morning and started crying over my coffee. Sendak died last year. A posthumous book by him was just released called My Brother’s Book, which I can already tell will find a place in my curated box of beautiful things for Nico to one day (maybe) love too.