If my 4 year old daughter could share her thoughts on life, with a suped up vocabulary, I wonder if it might go something like this:
Grown ups are weird. They make life look really hard.
This is what life looks like to me: Wake up, get dressed in clothes that make me feel beautiful (matching colors are optional), play, dance, draw, imagine, eat, learn, breathe. I can’t reach some things but I’m getting really good at the essential life skill of climbing on precariously stacked objects.
The world around me is an amazing place and I learn about a million new things every day. I am always discovering, imagining, creating, building, and wondering. I can’t believe that much of anything is impossible.
I may not know everything (yet) but life seems to be full of possibility. Why my parents can’t see that is a mystery…
I know that we can’t all climb around on random objects while wearing mis-matched clothes every day, but I don’t believe we should leave all of our childhood wonder behind.
We should be learning every single day. We should be imagining. We should be playing. We should be constantly aware of the simplicity of each heartbeat and each breath.
Life can be complicated, to be sure, but if we’re going to make things better I think we’re going to have to remember what life was like before we drummed all the wonder out of it.
