As a Child

She's tiny, and she sits belted within a collapsible stroller. She's only nineteen months old, and she's with her mother who is engaged within paperwork that she holds at a local tag agency. Today's venture for the tiny coffee colored tot with braids uniformly twisted on her head is to be with mom during one of the more difficult endurances of life. Mom is serious, but the eyes of the little one are filled with expectancy. Mom is studying, and the small child is exploring her world. Mom is the adult and sees the world that way, and the little one sees the world as a child.

A chair leg is just within reach, and the tiny tot grabs it with success. She pulls the chair toward her stroller, and her smile denotes achievement. Such a small task has intrigued her tiny little frame. Her mother pushes the chair back to it's place, and the little girl reaches and pulls it toward her once again. Another smile arises as another success has been realized. Once again her mother pushes the chair back into place, however this time she moves the stroller too so that the chair is unreachable. This upsets the little girl for a moment as she grabs futilely toward the chair that in now too far away. Disappointment comes, and her smile is replaced with a frown. Good times are over, and success is beyond ability to obtain.

Isn't it amazing how such frivolity can entertain? Doesn't the world seem grander through the eyes of a child? As one grows older does intrigue leave and suspicion arrive? Do the smaller successes become taken for granted, and daunting tasks seem the venue of the day? Perhaps a visit to the world through the eyes of a child would be good medicine for the ailing outlook that some have developed. Perhaps unless one receives as a little child he or she will never know the world that was intended to be? Until tomorrow...Why Say More?