Viewing the world through a 4.75 years old’s Eyes

Walking Ari to school in the morning during spring makes me slow down.

He looks at this yellow ball and the bright sun.

Ari – “Amma, If I throw up this yellow ball, will it touch that yellow sun?”
Me – “We won’t know until you try. So, why don’t you try?”

He points to the snails and the rollie-pollies on the ground.

Ari – “Amma, stop! Don’t step on that rollie-pollie. He is going to school just like me.”
Me – “Ok, Ok…I will be careful.”

He points to the tulips and the roses.

Ari – “Amma, can I open up that unopened tulip? I want to help it.”
Me – “No, let us wait for it to bloom by itself.”

He points to the green rolling hills, clear blue sky and the chirping birds.

Ari – “Amma, LOOK…LOOK..there is a humming bird.”
Me – “Where? Where? Oh! I missed it.”

The joys of looking at the world through a 4.75 years old’s eyes…it never ends.

I hope you are slowing down to smell the roses and enjoying spring in its full glory.

Your children are Not Your Children

Thank you to my dear friend Anu Singh for sharing this beautiful poem with me.

On Children
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

—- Poem written by Lebanese-born American artist, philosopher and writer Khalil Gibran.