I spent the last two days with my four year old grandson.   Part of the time we were at his school as he likes me there and I like to be there.  The children seem so grown up with their questions and desire to touch and be near me.  I feel drawn into noticing and the curious intimacy of individual and group play.

I appreciate the children’s choice in their array of clothes.  I wasn’t sure about my grandson’s choice of red sequined pants for the day but then I saw another in his Christmas pajamas and girls waltzed by as princesses and fairies, and I realized every day is what we perceive of as Halloween when you’re four.  The hair of some of the girls dances with barrettes, ribbons, and bows.  

I brought grandson a book on the eyes of various creatures, showing the different eyes that see us, from owls to dragonflies, snails to cuttlefish, parrots to gorillas, horses, dogs and cats.  We are seen even as we’re seeing and the world is rich with collecting rays of delight.