What's funny about
children? Everything is funny about children. They play, they laugh, they hug, they kiss, they play more, and they cry when their bodies demand it.
They communicate with people, dogs, cats, butterflies, bees, stuffed toys, pillows and all so-called inanimate objects.
They see things that we once saw but now tend to dismiss as not there. They feel and sense things that we would feel too, if we slowed down and agreed to feel everything that was within and around us.
The children, without being taught, care about everyone. Until taught differently, they see no separation between others and themselves. They own nothing. It is not mine, it is ours. They have no need to own stuff. Only play with it, study it, or hug it
Children really are funny, in the most positive way. They can laugh and cry, always coming from the same internal source of expression. Simple expression. Children really are us externalized. Children are a constant example of what we really look like inside,, whether we call them our own, or they’re free range children running through our lives……. having no need for adult identities, a public self, desire to look good, impress anyone or have need to be right.
They see things that we once saw but now tend to dismiss as not there. They feel and sense things that we would feel too, if we slowed down and agreed to feel everything that was within and around us.
The children, without being taught, care about everyone. Until taught differently, they see no separation between others and themselves. They own nothing. It is not mine, it is ours. They have no need to own stuff. Only play with it, study it, or hug it
Children really are funny, in the most positive way. They can laugh and cry, always coming from the same internal source of expression. Simple expression. Children really are us externalized. Children are a constant example of what we really look like inside,, whether we call them our own, or they’re free range children running through our lives……. having no need for adult identities, a public self, desire to look good, impress anyone or have need to be right.
Children are us,
someone once told me. Actually it was me that told me
that.
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