In his book the “Power of the Powerless,” Christopher de Vinck tells a simple story: one spring afternoon my five-year-old son, David, and I were for planting raspberry bushes along the side of the garage… A neighbor joined us for a few moments… David, pointed to the ground. “Look, daddy! What’s that?”
“I stopped talking with my neighbor and looked. “A beetle,” I said. David was impressed and pleased with the discovery of this fancy, colorful creature. My neighbor lifted his foot and stepped on the insect, giving issue an extra twist in the dirt. “That ought do it,” he laughed.
David looked up at me, waiting for an explanation, a reason…That night, just before I turned off the light in his bedroom, David whispered, “I liked that beetle, daddy.”
”I did too,” I whispered back.
Life is precious. It should not be a child that makes us realize this.
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