No, no….not American Idol. I’m not talkin’ J-Lo or Harry Connick, Jr. Settle down.
Can you remember being a small tyke? Think as far back as you can possibly remember. A time when you couldn’t do everything for yourself, but you were learning. Maybe recall a time when you still wore a onesie pajama.
Do you remember idolizing an older kid who could do so much more than you? Maybe he could saddle his own horse.
He can climb on tall things without assistance.
Your friend responds with a sly grin when you ask for the thousandy-eleventh-time, “Can I go to youse house? Can I go to youse house? Bye mommy. Can I go to youse house?
After a long morning of rounding up, branding, working calves, yyizard-hunting, frog-playing, horseback-riding, and chute-climbing, the truck ride back to the chuck wagon can cause your older, idolized friend to get bone-tired.
Your only thought, your sole wish is…..you want to BE him. Just like HIM.
Soon enough, little guy. Soon enough.
Best-buddy love to all.