Appreciating Life Through The Eyes of a Child
When Does It Happen?
When do we become jaded with life? When do those rose-colored glasses suddenly only see black and white?
We see them all around us as we go about the business of living: The walking dead, depleted of joy and aimlessly stumbling through a life that no longer holds wonder and joy. When does that happen? When is the innocence stolen and when do the weighty issues of living outnumber the simple magical thrills?
There certainly can be no conscious decision, for who would purposely choose drudgery over magical, or skepticism over joyful acceptance?
I have seen it in my middle school students, and I have seen it in my adult neighbors. I have seen it no matter the sex, age or social standing of my fellow participants in life, and quite frankly it saddens me.
So many out there have forgotten what life looked like….
through the eyes of a child.
A Playground for the Senses
The colors are vibrant, an endless banquet for one who can see, and a child seemingly sees all.
The odors are received, categorized and filed away for future need. The scent of safety and love in a mother’s hair; the satisfying aroma of dinner taken from the oven; even the pungency of the puppy’s poo, all there as a foundation for a life just beginning.
Touch is overwhelming at times, the smoothness of the backyard lawn, the wonderful texture of spaghetti spread through hair and the delectable softness of the pillow as they lay me down to sleep.
Everything must be tasted of course, from baby food to front walk slugs to shampoo, a learning process as old as the ages and the best teacher a child could have….experience.
Oh the sounds! Daddy’s voice, Rover’s bark, Brahm’s at bedtime and thousands of other perfect pitches to an un-tuned ear….all a symphony to be repeated over and over again.
Blood, Sweat and Tears
Trust and Distrust: The Learning Curve
A child is not born distrustful. No, that is a learned behavior. In the beginning, a child is more than willing to trust all, for consequences have not yet been established that might chip away at that trust.
Distrust only comes from continued exposure to lies, deceit and/or painful experiences. A newborn has no perspective regarding distrust, but at some point during their learning curve they become aware that not all situations or people supply pleasure, and once pain of any sort is tossed into the mix, distrust is sure to follow closely.
A newborn welcomes the world and all who are in it with open arms. A newborn has no concept of cultural differences and is not swayed by established societal norms. They look upon a stranger with eyes of acceptance, and their smile is just as genuine for a black, white, yellow or brown man or woman.
A Small Child Cannot Spell Agenda
There is no quid pro quo with a small child. There is no thought of networking for future gain, no “you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours” syndrome. A child hugs freely, smiles freely and interacts freely, all for the sheer joy of doing so.
Community is ingrained in the very young, a sense of togetherness and comradeship that will remain until it is driven out by acts of duplicity and self-interest. Children give naturally. Tithing is not determined by percentages of income for a child, but rather by the size of their heart.
A Moment With Bill Video About Love
There Has Never Been, in the History of Time….
Statisticians will tell you that approximately 30-50 billion people have walked this planet since the beginning of time. I will have to take that figure on faith for I truly do not know, but one thing I do know with certainty is not one of those 30+ billion was born a mean child.
A newborn does not strike out in anger. A newborn does not wish ill will upon another, and a newborn does not contemplate ways of revenge. There is no spite in a child, no vitriol, and no acts of pettiness. They are born the perfect loving machines, unsullied by the darkness of the human soul.
The inevitable happens to them all.
And sadness rains down upon the landscape. Wars are started. Jealousies lead to painful encounters. Anger breeds more anger and greed, well, greed buys those who are for sale and sells those it uses and spits out.
Fear…you betcha we’ve got fear, born from years of darkened experiences, and fear gives birth to anger and anger to distrust and distrust to more fear, and the differences widen the gaps and the gaps become so pronounced, so enormous, as to seem impossible to span.
And welcome to this day in history, very similar to yesterday and yesteryear, and quite likely to next year and next decade, and all because we no longer see…
Through the eyes of a child.
2013 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)
“Helping writers to spread their wings and fly.”