I’m not really one to lament the passing of my childhood. I value the clarity I’ve gained in adulthood, my focused priorities and the awareness of my limits. I wouldn’t want to be a kid again.
But I do know kids have a special kind of wisdom that is dependent on the prematurity of those same qualities. Like this morning, my 3-year-old heard music and said:
“Quick, Mama – dance!”
with an urgency I usually reserve for water near my laptop. And then later, while we were dancing, she said:
“Let’s keep doing this forever.”
She has yet to learn any reasons why those statements wouldn’t make sense. And while I wouldn’t want to go back, I cherish these glimpses into that world.
Yes, child. Let’s dance. Forever.