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He had no answer, but now I think back on that moment in Purple Rain, when The Kid’s father turns to his mother with reproachful tears in his eyes and says, “I would die for you.” He thinks it’s the ultimate sacrifice, but in truth, it’s living for someone that presents the far greater challenge.
He loved it when good art got the attention it deserved, so he surrounded himself with people who inspired and pushed him, and he inspired and pushed them back.
It had never occurred to me that each shoe and rock and handwritten letter is an opportunity to express yourself—or it’s just one more of a million little things that don’t. It’s up to you. But why would you choose to create a life from a pile of little things that don’t actively matter to you?
There’s nothing like dance to give a girl a sense of owning her own body.
At the end of the day, we both loved our parents and saw them for the beautifully flawed people they were. The best we could do was try to understand life from their perspective and be grateful for what they gave us.
We wanted to be normal parents whose normal kids grow up healthy, hardworking, respectful, and kind.
From the first moment of our son’s life to the last, my husband thought nothing of himself. His vanity, his ego, his needs—all that had been stripped away. All that remained was a solid core of unconditional love.
