When my children were younger, I read to them every night.
It’s not that I’ve stopped. It’s just that on more and more of those nights lately, they’re reading to me instead.
What sublime satisfaction! To hear the voices of my children lift the words from the page while I close my eyes and smile. To hear the sounds of my investments in them echoing back to me.
I’ve never been big on letting others do for me. But when what they’re doing is gently taking the very reigns you’ve held for them for so long, there’s a poetry in it that calms the storm of the soul.
I hang on every word.
The Opportunity Machine 