When my son turned 9, his dad and I gave him a science kit for growing crystals. He loved it. With help, he mixed the packaged chemicals to start the process. After school, he would burst through the door and rush to his room to see the new formations: rich cobalt blue and bright yellow growing in unpredictable angles and directions.
Ben asks often what school he’ll be going to next year, and what the kids will be like. He wants to know how busy it will be in the hallways, if it will still be all right to take walking breaks when he needs them. I wonder if he will find a teacher who understands him.
Under a soft street light, they walked and talked: two crystals connecting and growing into their own true nature as crystals do. They are each other’s catalyst: growing slowly, miraculously into something unexpected, a source of wonder.
My opinion: I really like it. It's very heart-warming.
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May 29, 2018 "My kid has no friends": I found this article by Anthony E. Wolf in the Globe and Mail on Mar. 4, 2011: