Black and White

The imagination of a child is like no other. Tiny minds filtering the words information and just trying to make since of it. They grow and shape each and everyday, with a number of factors contributing. It’s facilitating as a parent to witness your children navigate the struggles and obstacles of life, ultimately learning how to be self sufficient. A view that is often bitter sweet. As a parent there are many times that we see the exact moment of realization often followed by a long explanation as to why the child once thought that way. These moments are often filled with whimsical Quirkiness and leave a lasting memory for me. My most recent favorite would be this.

Son: “Sissy, you know them black and white photos you see on TV sometimes”

Daughter: “Yea, you mean the ones that don’t have any color.”

Son: ” Yeah, those ones. When I was a little kid like you, probably a little younger, I saw one of those photos for the very first time. I didn’t understand the no color part, so I thought WAY WAY back in the olden days there wasn’t any color. Everyday was like colorless. Until God came one day and painted the whole world with wonderfully beautiful colors.”

Daughter: “Your so silly Bubby” *Rolls on floor laughing*

I couldn’t help but giggle at the conversation I was over hearing. My heart swelled with the abundance of cuteness. What an adorable snap shot into the mind of my then 2-3 old. The preciouness of his heart and purity of his soul shined through at that very moment. Little moments like these, make life worth living.