Little-boy Innocence
Yesterday, one of our out-going RAs gave my boys a huge bag of army men, cowboys and Indians, firefighters, and policemen. I knew they'd be thrilled. Just before I handed the bag over to them I had a moment's hesitation, knowing that most of the men were toting weapons. I composed a little "life lesson" in my mind, and handed the toys over. I should have had more faith in the little-boy innocence of my sons.
Henry held up the first figure, a cowboy looking down the barrel of a long rifle. "Look, Mommy! This guy's looking through a telescope! I wonder what he sees far away?"
A few moments later, Thomas held up one of his figures. He pointed to the plastic base and said, "Guy ride skateboard, Mommy. Has skateboard! Wheee!"
I sat there, watching them sort through the stack and basking in the innocence of their little minds. I know all too soon it'll give way to epic gun fights and show-downs, and the world will teach them that things are never as simple as they seem at 3. I cherish these little moments when my kids are just that: kids. I hope we have many more days of telescope-toting, skateboard-riding action heroes!
Henry held up the first figure, a cowboy looking down the barrel of a long rifle. "Look, Mommy! This guy's looking through a telescope! I wonder what he sees far away?"
A few moments later, Thomas held up one of his figures. He pointed to the plastic base and said, "Guy ride skateboard, Mommy. Has skateboard! Wheee!"
I sat there, watching them sort through the stack and basking in the innocence of their little minds. I know all too soon it'll give way to epic gun fights and show-downs, and the world will teach them that things are never as simple as they seem at 3. I cherish these little moments when my kids are just that: kids. I hope we have many more days of telescope-toting, skateboard-riding action heroes!
