I hadn’t seen him in a couple of minutes, and it was too quiet. So I walked into the living room and there stood my grandson, age three, where I knew he would be. At the marble-topped side table. In his hands, one of my treasures, a small enameled alligator. One of his favorite objects, when he comes to visit. “Look, Honey,” he said. “Look how carefully I’m holding it. Watch how carefully I put it back down.”
I commended his care, and the alligator’s beauty. Said he, “Alligators bite, you know.”
The joy of a young mind, given just enough freedom to explore!
Later I thought of a young woman in Nazareth, looking up perhaps from the care of her one-year-old, because it had grown too quiet in the house. And there stood her three-year-old, holding one of the few treasures in that humble household. “Look, Mother,” He said. “Look how carefully I’m holding it.”
A good thought for these troubled times.
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That boy is a smooth operator 🤣