I've been curious all of my life.
Growing up, I was constantly told - "Curiosity killed the cat".
I realize there is a fine line between curious and nosy. Don't get me wrong ... and often those two adjectives intersect. I've always been a people watcher, too. So they intersect often.
Having the kids ask me questions - sometimes constantly - I'm more than happy to feed their curiosity.
Most of the time. Sometimes, Kids are just kids and tend to have really bad timing. I don't want to talk about rat snakes during the dinner table.
Then I read this today....A blog I found out about through The Gang's Mom
In this blog post - he talks about the death of curiosity.
It's a short read - go check it out. I'll wait.
*hums to self*
Told you it was short. But it was powerful. At least to me.
So many times we can inadvertantly kill the curiosity of a child.
So many times - we can kill our own.
We get too busy. Too hectic.
I can speak for myself -- writing, laundry, kids, school, family, dog, laundry....it can all lead to dampen the curiosity.
After reading Pete Wilson's post I pondered it for a while.
Like anything else around here - A song came to mind...
It was written for her daughters - but really, it applies to us all.
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder ...