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Believing Like The Children

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Have I stopped believing the best in people?

I was having a chat with my 4 year old nephew in the car while I was sending him home from school. The runs are usually made by my dad but some days, his schedule bombs and I kick in. It doesn't happen a lot but I have been picking up and dropping kids in and out of school for 18 years, this is a walk in the park.

Apart from the fact that thank God he recognizes me as his aunt and not a potential serial killer, he's also a very aggressively curious kid. I don't come into close contact with my nephews much except for birthday dinners and stuff.
But even during the short ride home, there's this innocence about him that is so refreshing. The trusting nature of children is like a banana in a pile of blackberries. Refreshing.

They are not afraid to ask and they believe your answer. He asked me if one of the traffic lights was 'old' and I said 'as old as a dinosaur'. He believed me. Literally. Because his followup question was 'are they friends' - the traffic light and dinosaur, yes. Lol

As we mature and gain wisdom, it's inevitable that we lose a little of our innocence. That part of us that goes get da fuck outta here when someone tells us something, real or not.

That's why I love talking to children. It's like a breath of fresh air and makes me strive for a little bit of that innocence once again. The older we get, the more we need it. We don't need to believe everything, it's important to be wonder what if it was true how amazing that would be?!

P. S. there are bad people in the world but remember the good ones.


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