Kids have a whole different perspective on life.
On the downside, at least from my view of their view, is that they see a lot more nose hairs from down there than I would care to behold. But I won’t delve further into that potential peril of brush fires (especially among smokers!).
Speaking of fiery rings, the combustibility of nose hairs has NOTHING on the searing possibilities of love. Speaking of rings of fire, how ’bout the late Johnny Cash’s teaming up with Willie Nelson, whose snarled locks could face a real scorching if somebody stoked a toke too close to his hair!
Back to the issue at hand: kids’ perspectives. When something has changed, or appears to have changed, from their vantage points, their little minds rev up to rationalize the new reality.
Thus it was the other day, when a guest was holding little Patrick and 2-year-old Luke rushed over excitedly.
Reaching up to touch his little brother’s toes, he exclaimed: “Patrick’s legs are getting LONGER!!!”
From his perspective, they were longer than they had been the day before. The reality was that the guest is shorter than his mom. That’s no small feat, as Melissa isn’t much taller than a blade of grass (fresh-cut Augustinian, and as slender as Kentucky blue, despite having had four children).
So, the fact of the matter is that Patrick’s legs hadn’t gotten longer; rather, the fact was that a shorter person was holding him put his feet closer to the ground.
But Luke’s observation elicited a smile from me, who gets that close to the ground only when he’s wrestling with me, and whose perspective has become jaded after years of life among adults.
That little angel often makes me grin, and enjoy that groundedness of innocence. Which brings us back to Willie.
And THAT brings us full circle, as we started out talking about kids' perspectives because they're so close to the ground.
So I'll go trim my nose hairs so at least their view of me won't include a gnarled bunch of brush.
1 comment:
i had a hard time sending this comment, but you are worth it. Enjoy your blog. I also have a hard time picturing you as a grandfather. I still think of you as a college kid. I will catch up yet. You impress me as a loving grandfather. don't grandkids awaked a love in you that you never knew existed? You're a great writer.
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