The Wonder of Kids

Is there anything more wonderful than a young kid? So full of hope, so full of wonder, no fear, no worries, just running around with a smile on their face, exploring, playing, learning.

As I sit here and write I am watching this kid with a big grin on his face following his dad around. They walk into the room together and the kid runs straight to the piano and starts pounding on it, he quickly moves on from there to explore underneath the piano, trying the different pedals he finds there. The dad heads for the door but the kid beats him there, pushing the door open with all his might. He gets to the second set of doors and can’t quite push them open despite his best effort, luckily his dad is right there to help. Once outside he runs around near his dad as his dad talks on a cell phone. The kid is exploring, discovering, touching and absorbing everything he sees. The dad heads for the doors again and the kid once again attempts to push the door open. He tries one door, it doesn’t work, so he tries the other, not knowing that he must pull on this side of the door; this doesn’t stop him from putting up a valiant effort though. The dad reaches for the handle and the kid does likewise, helping his dad. He reaches the other set of doors and the kid once again tries to push them, when that doesn’t work he quickly uses his new knowledge and reaches for the handle and pulls it open for his father. He runs in with his father in tow, the father catches up and they walk up the stairs together, hand in hand, out of sight but not out of mind.

Is there anything more wonderful than a young kid?