I decided to capture one of fleeting moments and dedicate this post to my younger daughter and other young children who live in their fantasy world.
My daughter speaks in a quiet voice to her stuffed lavender horse, she is patting its back and whispers to him words that I am never going to hear. She is very focused and loving as she is doing this, oblivious to the fact that I am standing near. She continues her very soft and gentle communication with her stuffed toy, which seems to have a life of its own now, telling him things that are important to her. As I am listening but not able to hear, I am becoming aware how different her world is from my own. Mine is of a hurried parent who wants to be on time and makes sure all the mundane things are taken care of. Hers is an enchanted one, filled with make-believe creatures, beauty and drama. In her world dinosaurs can dwell in the depths of the oceans even though she knows they are not there anymore. Witches and elves hide behind the stalks of the magic beans. She chooses to believe in her own imaginary creations and I know her world is so much richer because of it. Although she is already familiar with the ways of this world she still has her childlike innocence, purity and elegance of a little filigree ballerina.
She has something that most of us have already lost long ago, imagination and naivety. As we grow up our childlike innocence is lost and we are being forced to leave our enchanted world. We lose our sensitivity, our enthusiasm because the world tells us there are no pink dinosaurs or monsters hiding under our bed. We become more rational and less imaginative.
The world has its ways to convince us we need to use more of our intellect and less of our heart. In fact, very early on we are molded to fit into mainstream society which values success measured by material goods rather than acts of kindness and compassion.
Perhaps, we, parents need to slow down sometimes to cherish these moments when our children choose to share with us when they whisper in our ear stories that matter to them. Perhaps, if we do so, we and our children will grow to appreciate imagination, kindness and loving heart more than material stuff.So this is to my little ballerina who is a tender and loving soul and I hope she keeps that fantastic make-believe universe deep within herself.