My grandson and his mother lived with me up until he was about two. I would take him to the playground at the nearby school to play on the swing. He was just beginning to walk so it was a good time to practice that skill. Not sure he saw it as practice but more of a way to discover the world. We constantly stopped. He would squat to check out things many of us never see: the ants streaming across the sidewalk, a dandelion, a caterpillar. I had to get down on my knees to see what I was missing. I loved this place he was in: the wonder, awe, watching, observing. Without realizing it he was teaching me to look, observe and experience the moment. Grateful for the lessons from my grandson.
4 Comments
Tom Dills
And now we need those grand kids to encourage us to get down with them, and hopefully help us to get back up! It’s true that kids are great observers. They see things that we don’t see because we are distracted or preoccupied with other things.
Monte Stevens
Yes, I have no problem getting down but I do get up slower and make more sounds; moans, groans, cracking and popping.
Cedric Canard
This brought back a few memories 🙂
The innocence of childhood is a magical thing to observe, that’s for sure. Always nice to know when others feel the same way.
Monte Stevens
Thanks, my friend! Glad it triggered a memory.