Through the Eyes of a Child

I wonder what is going through his active little mind when he looks like this.  All the world is still a wonder. Trees, birds, dogs...fascinating, all of them.  Often I tell myself I should try to remember to look at the world through the eyes of a child. Seldom I do.  How jaded we become as adults. How wary, weary, and burdened.  What a refreshing change of pace it is when we can get down on our knees, next to our child, and look at an object in unison.  What a wonder when we can rediscover that object and marvel at how it brings light to the face of someone we love so much.  In a moment such as this, all else fades away.  As it should.  Too quickly, this child of mine will grow.  Unfairly,  time, like a thief, will steal away the innocent way he views the world.  That same world will make him wary, weary and burdened.  Until he, like I have, gets down on his knees, and looks at the world anew, through the eyes of a child he loves.