Childhood is a wondrous stage of wide-eyed wonder, sticky fingers and exhausted sticks. As parents, we are blessed to have a second childhood experiencing the nuances of sensation; of cause and effect; of simply existing. I adore that Ankle biter 2 never tires of peek a boo. Ankle biter 1 is all about harbouring an assortment of things found in his pockets. The photo above is a sampling of things Ankle biter 1 picked up on our walk home. “Save this for later please.” What happens later?
Childhood is really about patience. (I had to write that to remind myself. Earlier this week I discovered a family of rocks in the washing machine. Um yea, pockets.) Patience with exploring and experiencing the world. At least there’s not a pocketed dead mouse. Yet.