“What are you doing, daddy?” comes the small voice belonging to my youngest that recently climbed up beside me in the bed.
“I am reading news articles, babe” was my semi-distracted response as I read through the latest news articles for an upcoming blog.
“But, Daddy, what happened to the old ones?” she replied.
There was a brief moment of silence before laughter erupted in the room as we, the adults present, realized what was said. It wasn’t a joke that she was making, trying to garner attention from the parental figures but a sincere question from the words spoken. This is a typical moment, where we forget about things we take for granted that the younger children take us so literal. Moments that seems to remind us that the world can be new again. If only as adults, we can remember what it was like to not take words and phrases for granted and see things, people, and places with new, fresh eyes instead of the close-minded adult ones.
What would it be like to have the knowledge you have now but the wonderment of seeing the world new. No longer would you see the color of someone’s skin or judge someone by the clothes they wear. Someone’s beliefs wouldn’t matter to you. Take a look at a pre-school daycare where all the children play together, there are not any differences between one and the other in their eyes. The only concern is who has the purple crayon.
What happens to us between the age of innocence and puberty that we start seeing people differently? We fall into social groups that start to define us through our pubescent years only to find out after high school that none of it matters. Moving on to your adult life it became obsessed with what you had and the title on your business card. Then again, do they have a business card?
Why can’t there be the innocence that you see in the little ones. They are discovering the world anew. Each moment shows them something different. Words that we take for granted are explored. Imaginary worlds are created and there are things that really go bump in the night. And a daddy’s attention is all that is needed to make a Sunday afternoon pass by.
Until next time…