Great poem. And right there with you.
My inner two-year-old is alive and well, and she lets me know when I'm getting too full of myself, or of anything else.
Childishness is a pain; but being childlike is a blessing. ;-)
Great poem. And right there with you.
My inner two-year-old is alive and well, and she lets me know when I'm getting too full of myself, or of anything else.
Childishness is a pain; but being childlike is a blessing. ;-)
Thank you. Yes, it's the openness of children that carries their unique wisdom.
Indeed it is, often wiser than their parents, by far. ;-)