Last night I spent some time with my great-nephew, Ethan. He is three and a half years old, and quite remarkably brilliant for a boy his age.
We had a thunderstorm, and then a beautiful, fully formed rainbow. As I took Ethan outside to see the first rainbow he will remember in his lifetime, his eyes sparkled and he smiled. I could tell he was really thinking about something. He turned to us, and said “Maybe I could climb up the rainbow and slide down it and gets lots of gold!” He was so certain that this was possible. He wanted a boost, so he could reach it. He was mesmerized by the rainbow, and by the joy that it could bring him. He may not really understand what gold is, but he knows it’s good.
Later, we read books. He is not yet reading, but he tracks with his eyes while he is read to, and will probably be reading within a year or so. I read to him a book that I have from my childhood; my favorite story. It’s a book called “Miss Suzy”, by Miriam Young. The story is about a female squirrel who lives in the tip, tip top of an old oak tree. She makes tea in her acorn cups and sweeps her moss carpet with a broom she’d made from maple twigs.
Miss Suzy was ultimately chased out of her home by a band of red squirrels, and subsequently found a new home in a dollhouse in a nearby attiic. She opened a box and found 6 toy soldiers, who came alive and ultimately rescued her old home by chasing the red squirrels away.
This story is magical, and Ethan was again mesmerized. I told him that Miss Suzy actually lives just outside, in the tip tip top of OUR old oak tree. He looked out the window and asked me which tree. I told him we weren’t sure; that it was difficult to know, but that we knew she was there. He was curious if her house was there too. Of course I said yes, her house is there too.
Ethan’s reactions reminded me about the wonder we feel as a child. Eventually, we lose that sense of wonder and replace it with skepticism. The good news is that we can get some measure of it back; spending time with children reminds us how precious imagination can be. When we read to children, we have the opportunity to get inside the story and feel the way the child feels as the story unfolds.
Whether it’s rainbows or storybooks, adult dreams or wishes, our sense of wonder is still inside of us. Re-visit it and nurture it, and your imagination and creativity will flourish!
“If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in”. by Rachel Carlson