
She brought me a shoe-box filled with grass and flowers. Inside was her pet--a wooly bear caterpillar--who she protected with angelic care.

Her circumstances are not ideal, and her mind has been exposed to ideas far beyond her years. When she began to tell me how she wanted to get big, I asked her not to grow today. Maybe tomorrow, or another day, but not today, because she was already perfect.
I'm so grateful for children. They hold the collective conscience of the world in their eyes, and like human barometers, we can generally tell how we're doing by studying our children.
I love their diversity. I see it in my own grandchildren--the sandbox builders, the truck enthusiasts, the technology wizards, the musician, the dancer/gymnast, and the two for whom love is encapsulated in anything round and bouncy.
What would life be without children? For them, I am so very grateful.
Here is a fascinating photo-essay of children around the world and their favorite possessions. Enjoy!
So sweet! Thank you for this. I too adore children,but having three in my own home and cleaning grubby fingerprints off things, well, it's easy to forget how precious they are and how quickly the time passes.
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