Through Child’s EyesIt’s not always easy being a child, no matter how strong you’re loved or much less when unwanted
There is often something in the way or literally out of grasp
Slipping through delicate little fingers
Sure as we age, we may yearn for those days to return
Without the harshness received in adolescence when some believed
No matter how much we accomplish, the wrongs gleam so much stronger in their eyes
How many times do adults pause, and listen?, not simply for “I’m hungry” and “I’m sleepy”
The times children speak of their day, a picture drawn, or random comments that seem like drivel
Attempt a reply with relevant conversation?
Pass the child off to simply wander
We may not always have the time, but when opportunities arise, take them, embrace them
There’s no telling what you’ll learn no matter how young the teacher