Children are so marvelous. Sometimes they are so tough, I swear they are made of rubber. They will fall and bounce right back up to their feet. Sometimes they are made of steel. Another child will dish out an insult and they will hold their chin up and march on. Sometimes I think they are made silly putty, they are so flexible. Their ideas, their play, it all just changes and meanders and they just follow it's course with no worries about purpose or meaning.But sometimes I am reminded of how fragile children can be. Delicate, intricate. The rubber that once bounced, becomes the yo-yo of emotions they ride. The steel that was so strong, becomes brittle and their hearts crumble before your eyes. The silly putty that was so flexible, gets too thin, and they break.
They are marvelous, and not so different than grown-ups.
Only way cuter. :D
