Through the eyes of Children

Zoe (“I’m three” she says, and she holds up three fingers) has gained in confidence and seems no longer to be particularly interested in toys.

That is to say, the conventional doll’s house, the pink plastic “child’s computer” and such like highly crafted items don’t interest her that much. She’s much more likely to say “can we go outside?” and then frolic in the garden, with imaginative games that involve picking up pine cones or, indeed, almost anything – and she calls this “picking the corn” or “collecting apples”, or “going shopping”.

I’m hoping that this shift away from the specificity of things and towards the realms of the imagination (where anything can be anything you wish, for now) will stay with her forever.

For things are not reality. How you look at them is your reality, and what you make of them is very much up to you.

We can learn from this.