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As I stood there washing the lunch dishes and thinking about what I had left on my to-do list, my thoughts were interrupted by squeals of joy and wonder. I looked out the kitchen window and saw my three-year-old son Joshua shirtless as usual, catching raindrops in his cupped hands and drinking them. Every time he filled up his cupped hands and brought them to his lips, he would let out his squeals of joy.
I stood there amazed at the beauty and wonder of his childish joy and wished that I could share his joy and innocence with all of the world.
I kept on watching and realized how much the world has lost with the loss of childish innocence. The ability to be amazed by simple things like a butterfly landing on your nose or the view of a shooting star.
If we had been able to keep our childish innocence and wonder, think how much better the world would be?
I believe that we should all strive to recapture that innocence and wonder to improve all our lives!
We should also ensure that today's children never lose their innocence and their wonder of the world around them!
I decided to write this simple, short, and sweet piece while working on the cover image. That image is from one of my Paint/Colour By Number Apps that I use for relaxation.
The pure childish wonder of the image inspired my muse.
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
TSL
This is a sentiment I have often felt when around my ever-growing mass of nieces and nephews, and of course their offspring. I have felt it, but you have put it to words that should be shouted from the rooftops. There is nothing more precious on this earth.
Thank you, Art
I agree that children are wonderful, but we have to repair the damage we did trying to 'make things better than what I had' has caused. We also need to relearn how to find the joy in simple things ourselves. I didn’t realize I had lost it until I saw my first cucumber growing on the vine or the first potato I dug up.
Y. M.
Childhood innocence really is special, and it should be treasured. This was a joy to read.
SamIam
So true, wonderful insights as usual. thoroughly enjoyed.
Max
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