Children are amazing. I have three of my own, all grown up, and now I have a granddaughter, definitely the most beautiful and intelligent child on the planet, right?
To a small child, everything is better than it seems. Things are easily forgiven, if not overlooked completely, and the world is pretty far away as long as they have food, shelter, and caring adult attention. Even with a lack of those things, they’re still pretty resilient. But even more remarkable than that is their trusting nature. Even if things aren’t logical, practical, or realistic, if the adult they look up to says it’s okay, then it is.
So I find my oldest daughter’s perception comically enlightening now that she is reading some of the same Continue reading “Babar rides again”