Sunday, March 15, 2015

Through the eyes of a child



Young children view the world with wonder and delight. Everything they see, hear, smell, taste and touch is either an adventure or a mystery. Often both. They're curious about everything, they get excited about the smallest things (small to adults, that is) and they aren’t afraid to show their emotions: excitement, joy, fear, anger. They say what they mean and they mean what they say. No pettiness, no games, no hidden agendas. And, they don’t worry about would could happen. They aren’t limited by society’s expectations or restrictions, nor do they concern themselves with what others think of them. In other words, they’re excellent role models for us adults.

When I was a little girl, I loved to go out to play in the snow. I would bundle up in my warmest winter clothes to go sled riding, to make a snow man and/or to have a snowball fight with my little brother. And, I never wanted to go back inside when my mother called me. I didn’t feel the cold until, as I slipped out of my snow pants, coat, scarf, hat, mittens and boots – all of which were soaking wet – I stood warming my hands and feet by the radiator in the old house I grew up in. And, as a teenager, I looked forward to heading to a neighborhood lake, meeting my friends and putting on my skates. I was never the world’s best skater but I loved to glide across the ice.

But I grew up and, when I think of snow and ice now, I think of shoveling the driveway, scraping off my car and driving in slippery, sometimes hazardous conditions. I worry about slipping and falling and what that could involve. Because I’m an adult and I know what could happen. If I have an accident, I know what that will entail: dealing with insurance companies, car rentals, etc. So, I’ve come to see snow and ice as a bad thing and, although I do see the beauty in a freshly fallen snow, I no longer love and appreciate Winter. I’ve lost that.

But, even though I’m no longer a Winter person, I hope that I never, ever lose my ability to see the world the way a child does. Because I still marvel at the wonders of nature, I strive to be honest and direct (but tactful) and not to worry (too much) about what could happen. I'm curious about so many things and, I still see adventure and mystery everywhere. I hope I always do and I hope you do too.

6 comments:

  1. "I still see adventure and mystery everywhere." Your words say it all, Patricia. And that "marvel" is what makes you such a good writer! Thoughtful post, made me take a few moments this morning to think...

    Madeline

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    1. That's quite a compliment coming from you, Madeline. Thank you!

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  2. I agree with everything Madeline said. This was such a thoughtful and thought provoking post. I have to admit, you've made me appreciate the desert a little more. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
    Marja McGraw

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    1. Thanks, Marja!
      Writing this post was a reminder to me too. If anyone ever tells me that I'm behaving like a child, I'm going to choose to take that as a compliment. :)

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  3. Great post, Patricia. When I was a child, I loved going out in the snow and having fun with my friends, too. We had few worries and knew our parents were there to take care of things for us. As adults, our rolls are reversed and with the responsibilities that weigh us down, we become cautious and a little jaded in our outlook on life. Thanks for reminding me to see things through a child's eyes again.

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    1. That's so true, Evelyn. "Life" has a way of doing that to us and it's quite a challenge to keep our childlike wonder. But, as writers, I think it's so important that we keep that "spark" alive.

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