Through her eyes

As I walked my daughter through our apartment block today, I told her about the myriad things around us. Trees, blossoms, clouds, walkways, bikes, people... I stopped the pram to 'explain' to her how daddy plays tennis and kids ride bikes and we saw occasional cars speed by.

Her face lit up as I spoke to her and a smile was barely perceptible. Her eyes had a faraway look that almost mocked me. As if to say..."YOU adults have put things in brackets, buckets and stamped them this way and that. You think you are explaining "reality" to me. From where I come, I have the ability to find meaning in all of God's creations & smile happily. To me, the flight of the sparrow and the touch of your hand are equally beautiful and make me gurgle in delight. Just be with me as I observe all this, mamma. I am my own person already."

I just smiled and smiled as we walked back home.