Einstein’s Words to Live By: Imagination is Everything…
He grips my hand as we descend the dark staircase into the basement.
“I’m not scar-wed of the dark because I’m a big boy now.” he says in the high-pitched, tinny voice of a four-year-old.
When we get to the bathroom, he reaches up to turn on the light, so he can show me how tall he’s grown. As I pull my still short hair off my face (I can’t tell you how happy I am to be able to do this), he wants to pass me the bobby pins. I wonder if he remembers when I had no hair and his older sister asked me why I looked like a boy but sounded like a girl. When we leave the bathroom, his little footsteps echo on the laminate floor as he patters behind me into the guest bedroom.
A picture on my laptop of a Mom and baby zebra catches his attention and he thinks it’s hilarious when I suggest it looks just like him and his Mom (I know – four year olds are a pretty easy crowd). Β He heaves himself onto the bed, tucks his knees under his bum like a little yogi, and leans in closer to the screen. (more…)
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There is nothing more pure than a four year old’s imagination. Treasure every moment, they go by so fast.
Thanks Debbie – I absolutely am π
Having a freshly turned 5-year old myself, I know exactly what you mean. Although, I doubt I would have described it as eloquently as you. There’s nothing like a child’s still innocent perspective. Nice post.
Thanks Stacey. After spending the last two days with my sister and her three kids (under the age of 6), I have new respect for her, you, and all of the other amazing mothers out there. It’s hard work, but for now I cherish my role as Aunt and can only imagine how rewarding it is to be a Mom.
It sounds like you’re settling into life after Africa. The open hearts and imagination of children help center us and believe that all things are possible. I pray you continue to heal in every way possible. XOXOXO, Brenda
I stumbled into this page by mistake. looking for Einstein…:) and I do believe that some times we walk down other paths so we can meet people we’re supposed to meet… I love this piece. I have nieces too, who inspire me to live new each day… to look in their eyes and sees the whole universe, it’s stars and long lost times.
I stumbled into this page by mistake. looking for Einstein…:) and I do believe that some times we walk down other paths so we can meet people we’re supposed to meet… I love this piece. It’s sensitive, and beautiful.
I have nieces too, who inspire me to live new each day… to look in their eyes and sees the whole universe, it’s stars and long lost times. I live in India.. and it just goes to show that nieces or kids everywhere are miracles, no? π
I hope your book gets done easily.
best,
love and peace
Joan
Joan
Joan – So happy to know you. Thank you for the beautiful comment. Kids everywhere ARE miracles and I’m so looking forward to spending time with beautiful children in different parts of the globe. I will be in New Delhi volunteering in February and I’m so looking forward to it. All the best and I hope our paths cross sometime in the future. Terri xo