This is the look of bliss. Of untarnished innocence. Where butterflies are like sparklers in the sky and giggles come from the toes. The spirit hasn't been tainted with years of experience, the biggest conflicts being that a nap is better on Grandma's sofa than in bed and the unwillingness to stop playing to eat. The eyes see with wonder, the heart pounds over a new Thomas engine and stomping in the teeniest bit of water is heavenly. Learning the art of conversation is not to tout how good, how much better, how much money, how successful, what kind of car is driven...........no the art of their conversation is about ghosts and trucks and brand new shoes and counting to 20 and knowing colors and numbers and the word NO! They don't judge and they are not judged. "Look, look at the birdie on that branch with the blue wings" is like teaching them the world. Coloring blissfully outside all the lines and making turtles from play dough and drawing purple trees and faces with three eyes is a great accomplishment. Even more so when it proudly hangs on the refrigerator. They don't know of global warming or earthquakes or terrorist attacks or who will become the next President or what money is. They only know the sun is up and it's time for breakfast and playing. It doesn't matter to them if their hair sticks up or the bottom of their socks are dirty or there's chocolate on their lips. They laugh sucking up strands of "sgetti" wearing more sauce on their chin than was on the plate and it makes for a divine meal. They want to hear stories of fairies and a mouse that talks or dinosaurs that get in to mischief or train characters with names they know by heart. A bath isn't for cleaning it's for splashing. The cat is for tormenting. Outside is always better than inside, especially when there are watering cans to fill and mud to step in. Life is for pleasure and hugging and kissing and tickling and swinging and running and jumping. Life is the sun comes up and the sun goes down and the moon and stars.
They love their Mommy and Daddy and Grandma and Pappa and Auntie somebody and Uncle somebody but they also love their blankie and the old ratty teddy bear and apple slices. All are equally important. And they call their Grandma's friend Wisa and say they love her blue truck best (which is really an SUV - not a big gas guzzling one) and says she has a jump rope in the back of her car but it's really a hoola hoop she keeps forgetting. They smile at you and the twinkle there lets you know they're glad to see you. They bring you their shoes because you've said something about going to a place that has toys and they know you like to play with the toys too.
Yes, my friends this is the look of purity.........of a boy who is napping and probably dreaming of taking a ride on a train and peanut butter and apple juice. He is 3 and he has the whole world at his feet yet to explore.
D is a dear friends grandson who I get to see fairly often and it brings me so much joy. Not being able to have children of my own, therefore no eventual grand children............this is the next best thing.
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I would like to sincerely thank you for the comments on my being exposed in the previous post. What can I say? It overwhelmed me and gave me a lump in my throat because you all get it, you get that we are more than what the eye sees. And think of it, I haven't seen many of you but I can FEEL and I KNOW how extraordinary you all are.
HAVE A MOST WONDERFUL WEEKEND.....TAKE A MOMENT TO FEEL 3 AGAIN AND JUST GIGGLE FOR NO REASON!
XOXO
Love,
Lisa
A Whimsical Bohemain
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