My wife and I started looking to buy a house this week. We’ve seen a few nice ones, but haven’t been thrilled. We’ve been agonizing over the cities, neighborhoods, streets, and the actual houses.
Each time we’ll step outside to discuss our options and the next house we’re going to see with the agent, and we’ll discuss what we liked and didn’t like, what we feel like we need in a house, and why we don’t think this one had quite enough.
And each time we’ll look at our son, who is standing (or kneeling) in the dirt, playing with a stick. He cried every time we told him that we had to get in the car, and every time we got out, the first thing he said was, “Stick!!”
I wish all I [thought I] needed was a stick and some dirt. Life would be so much easier.
Mom
Nice to know.
Andrew Thomas
It is very interesting to me to watch John, who is now 2 and half, interpret the world around him. The joy he finds in the small things.
A perfect example of the difference between a jaded adult and an innocent child is our reactions to getting stuck at the train tracks.
I being the adult with NO TIME TO SPARE gets irritated every time those arms drop right as I’m coming up to the tracks.
John on the other hand has his face just light up with joy. “IT’S A TRAIN DADDY! CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA CHOOOO CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”.
There is something incredibly sweet about that.
Charles
I have the same experience almost daily. We’ve been learning to love ants, dropped food that we can feed to the birds, boogers, and well, sticks. This kid never gets bored, because everything is still amazing to him.