I love the story of how John and Yoko met. Yoko had a show at an art gallery. John got a private preview (because he was bigger than Jesus). One of the pieces was a tall ladder. John climbed the ladder and the word “YES!” was written in tiny print on the ceiling. For John, it was a big “YES!” — he loved how un-cynical it was.
No matter your feelings for Yoko, John and Yoko’s story is a love story. And every love story must have at least one big “YES!”
Ben gave me a big “YES!” twelve years ago when he took the risk of loving me. He was young, he was scared. But he said “YES!”. And he gave me another big, scary “YES!” when I wanted a baby.
We are trying to foster an atmosphere of “YES!” for our daughter by sending her to Waldorf school. The school she’ll attend in the fall is one of the most un-cynical places I’ve ever stepped foot in. Little shoulders are not slumped, hiding from rejection. Little faces are tilted upward, reaching out and drinking in.
We want our daughter’s life to be guided by “YES!” I can do that. I will try that. I’ll give. I’ll love.