Kids

As we mature, we filter things.
Things that we may have been open to before.
Things that we weren't so cynical about before.
Things that we probably had more time for before.
At one point, I guess...we inevitably filter even our friends.

Anyway.

I was with Marco at the waterfront again today.
It was a really HOT morning... i mean, the sun was just blazing, wasn't it?
We ventured out, and I almost regretted coming out at all, promising to bring him to see his trains and ships.
But God had other plans - I spotted a nice spacious shady area, with seats!
And so we just sat there, both of us, looking out to the waters, the ferries passing by, and awaiting the trains that come by every 5 mins or so.

I thought to myself, how lovely is this moment?
How lovely and sweet can life be?
How much I cherish these simple times and appreciate having him in my life.
How much more of these do I have?

We always think about how much we do for our children, our sacrifices, our pains, our effort.
But don't they do just as much for us, unwittingly so?
Don't they show you what's really important in life?
Don't they provide a haven for your troubled soul?
Don't they show you what's key and what's not?
Don't they bring you back a lil, from all the excesses of before?
Don't they love you openly and in that big-hearted way only kids can?
Don't they re-prioritise your life from what you thought you wanted?

I have friends who openly proclaim they hate kids.
They never want kids, never want to have anything to do with them, period.

Isn't that sad? Saying these with such conviction even before having tried being around kids.
To approach life and things with such a closed mind?
Ironically, these are the very people that need to be around kids.
To learn from the lil ones how to open their hearts, minds and eyes.
To remember what they were before they had an education and income.