a few nights ago, i got to imagine. i got to imagine as i looked up at the night sky, at the sliver of a moon hanging there precariously, residing over the darkness. i got to imagine with a three year old all the things that sliver of a moon could be. could it be a smile? could it be a watermelon? or an apple slice? i talked with this preschooler about the moon as if there were nothing more important in the world to be talking about. it makes me think of the story "the little prince."
"grown-ups like numbers. when you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters. they never ask: 'what does his voice sound like?' 'what games does he like best?' 'does he collect butterflies?' they ask: 'how old is he?' 'how many brothers does he have?' 'how much does he weigh?' 'how much money does his father make?' only then do they think they know him." (the little prince, antoine de saint-exupery, p. 10)
it seems lately that the most beautiful, the most profound moments in my life revolve around children. here i was marveling at the moon with a child, marveling at how uniquely he sees the world. and it was nothing extraordinary to him, he was just seeing the world as only a child can. and i was honored to be invited in to that world. daily i am amazed by children. my breath is stolen as i watch a child take his first steps and soon learn to run. i am humbled as i get to watch a child begin to understand and explore the world around her. and i am honored to be allowed in to those most precious of moments.
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