A child's wonder
I was the child who'd ask what is that? How does that work? What does this mean? And can you say that again? My mother had to give me an explanation or else I would do it out of curiosity, because 'it couldn't have been bad if she didn't tell me, if it was then she'd tell me.'
One time, I climbed the pine tree in the front yard, all the way to the top. The tree was swaying, and I got the feeling that I needed to get down immediately, so I did-carefully. When my mother got home, she was very surprised when she the neighbors told her that 'Cami was climbing pine trees.' Then she told me, "Cami, I'm just so surprised, because there are spiders in the tree."
I never climbed that tree again.
My mother once found me in the kitchen holding a bowl, looking at it when I said, "How many pieces would this bowl break into if I dropped it?"
Children often point at something and say, "Mom, mom, look and that! Mom! Look at it!
Look!" In awe at the simplest of things, finding such wonder. And so curious,
asking questions how things work.
As a child, you're experiencing and seeing things for the first time, and to them,
they look at this beautiful world, and the treasures they hold. "Mom, honey
tastes so sweet, have you tasted honey before? But be careful, it's sticky and
gets on your hands." It is a new experience, and they want to share this
amazing discovery with those around them so they too can know.
My mom has always encouraged me to ask questions.
We used to have a garden, at first, my mom had cut milk cartons and placed them
other the seeds we planted. "Mom, why did you do that?" She told me, "When
seeds are just planted they need to be protected from harsh winds and storms so
they don't get uprooted." After some time, my mom took off the cartons. So when
she wasn't looking, I'd put them back on because I wanted to protect them.
That's when she told me that the plants were big enough where they needed to
learn to stand on their own so they could protect themselves from storms.
It is a parent's job to raise and nurture their children so they can protect
themselves, and be aware of their surroundings so one day, they can stand on
their own.
Thank you mom.
So whenever my mother doesn't want me to do something she tells me, "Camille, you know there are spiders-" ;P
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My Voice
PoesíaMy name is Camille, and this is my story. I wish it were a happier one, though it's the truth. My life has and is a journey of finding my voice, standing up tall, and moving forward.
