Sit back and watch the children you love. In a day, how many images do they see?
How many words do they hear? How many screens talk to them? How many experiences do they have? How many tactile experiences of loving? How many affirmations of who they are? How much pours into them in just a day?
How many words do they hear? How many screens talk to them? How many experiences do they have? How many tactile experiences of loving? How many affirmations of who they are? How much pours into them in just a day?
In just a day, of all this, what sticks? What becomes a memory? What has real meaning? What helps form who they will become?
All of this accumulates and builds and forms. It gets jostled, becomes fuzzy, gets digested or not. Dots get connected. Things get fractured in tears and anger. Some get put back together.
This is life. This is the child growing. This is the mystery that a life is never resolved. Sit back and watch the children you love.
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