A few days ago, she told me that I wasn’t allowed to pick dandelions.“It’s what the shrews eat mummy! If you pick them, you’re taking their food!”
I smiled. Shrews.
I’d never thought about taking care of the shrews.
A couple of days ago, a beetle came into the house. She saved it. Took it outside. Ever so gently, not wanting to hurt it. She sang to it. Told it everything was going to be ok.
I love that she speaks to insects in the same way she speaks to her best friend.
Yesterday, it was her friends birthday at school. She spent an hour and a half drawing pictures for her.A birthday crown. A birthday wand.Endless birthday cards. I thought to myself how happy I would feel receiving those hand crafted pictures myself from a friend.
I know we always say that our children must learn from us; That it’s our goal to teach them the ways of the world.
But I want my daughter to teach me.
She has a way of viewing the things, that I’ve lost. Seeing the the beauty in everything around her, that I’ve forgotten to find beautiful. Treating everyone and everything with equal respect and familiarity. There’s so much good around us, yet the world has a way of tainting it as we grow.
It pains me to think that her way of thinking will be shaped by mine and other adults around her.I don’t want that for her. I love viewing the world through the eyes of my children, and I can’t thank them enough for the lessons they have taught me. For learning to see the world as a place of excitement and wonder again; a place of beauty.
Let’s not always believe that it is us who needs to be teaching them….Because as adults, we can learn far more from the children of this world. If we are open to it.
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