To beauty and sweetness it grows under care, neglected tis ragged and wild. Tis a plant that is tender and wondrously rare, the sweet wistful soul of a child.
Be tender oh gardener and give it its share of moisture, of warmth, and of light; and let it not lack for painstaking care to protect it from frost and the blight.
A glad day shall come when its bloom shall unfold. It will seem like an angel has smiled. Reflecting a beauty and sweetness untold, in the sensitive soul of a child. - author unknown
When we had Jessica, I included the poem above on her birth announcement. I've been reminded of it all week and of how hugely trusting and what an incredible honor it is for our daughter and son-in-law to ask us to look after Daimon for a week. We're having a wonderful time together and as I watch him plan and explore, I'm struck again - or perhaps in a new way - by what an incredible miracle a child is. While I am absolutely sure that I do not want to have a child now, I am equally sure that if I could have parented back then with the wisdom and maturity I have now, I would have been a better parent.
One thing I'd love to do is find a way to bottle up all that creative energy and problem solving. Nothing gets in a baby's way. If they can't figure "it" out one way, they'll try "it" another way. As adults we lose those critical and creative thinking skills to a system of one right answers, a fear of being wrong, and a need for acceptance that compromises. To teach our children to truly be themselves is a difficult task when we're still learning it ourselves... but a valuable one.
Daimon - like his mother - has an active brain. He's constantly in motion looking for new discoveries and new ways of doing things and all too quick the new stuff is old stuff and he's once again looking for new adventures. Boredom is a constant threat and yet easily averted when the world is a wonderland. There is so much to learn at this age and yet what a task to keep up with a brain like that, to give it new questions to ponder, new textures to feel, new objects to identify, and new words to learn in that bubbling, giggling, joyful way of his. Just this week I've watched him grow and develop and when I see him next, he'll be even more mature. A miracle.
As I head back to my studio this weekend, I'm inspired to think like my grandson, to just try it and see, to throw this, feel that, see what sound this makes, to go where can I go, do what can I do, ignore boundaries and fully explore new experiences - to be a chid.
Talk soon - Myrna
Grateful - a child shall lead them
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
- Pablo Picasso
P.S. - Daimon thinks the Skittles are a musical instrument. No candy was fed to this child.