What’s Most Important

We’re in Charlotte waiting for my son Nicholas’ Remicade infusion right now. 

We both got up early this morning and Nicholas asked, “Are we going to Charlotte today, Poppa?”

I said, “Yes, because I want you to be healthy. That’s the second most important thing I want for you. What do you think is the most important thing?”

I had in my groggy early morning brain the answer—and so I expected Nicholas to answer—“being happy.” 

But Nicholas gave a better answer: “Being kind,” he said. 

Nicholas turns 18 in a week, an adult, and he’s ready, I think.