What Kids See

The day before last you’d have had to tunnel under your house to feel as low as I did: The dead and the little children of the dead and babies cradled in their coffined mothers’ arms, gad!  If you missed that post it’s right here. But today, with Nature shining an  innocent sun down on us here in Boston even as She kicks the states to the south square in the pants, I feel hopeful – maybe because of this great picture I found yesterday.

These are the children whose young mother died when the little one was still in her high chair. That’s Julia, in the middle there, who turned out to be about the funniest person who ever lived. And look how happy Robert and James seem. Only my mom still looks sad who was the world’s second funniest person and always said she photographed badly anyway with what she called her ‘rotten-down-turning mouth.’

But look at the mischief in little Julia’s face!  And I know James ‘came back’ pretty quick because the Christmas after the death he gaily signed his letter to Santa, “James Sullivan, a fat six-year-old boy,”  (this in an era when it was considered safer to have some extra flesh. )

So I ask you: what can children see that the rest of us can’t? And how can we acquire vision like theirs?

5 thoughts on “What Kids See

  1. Say, by driving to the Grand Canyon and back with a beloved. My most precious moments with my own mom were the mad-dash drives we took through New Hampshire and Maine during the first part of the 1990s.

  2. Take a puddle. A bird sees a puddle and bathes in it. An adult sees a puddle and steps around it. An artist sees a puddle and may find a rainbow. A child, however, sees a puddle and jumps in it, splashing and spraying all around it. Play, children see play. They inspect and wonder and test what it does or doesn’t and they do it without caution sometimes. We adults may need to look at some things through the childs perspective. Have fun. Robert’s got a bit of a gleam there too. He might be conspiring with Julia.

  3. They see what life really is…
    Not too bad and really don’t see evil and sorrow, yet. They take things at face value, without too much thought. They mask the bad from their memories, sometimes. They recover a lot quicker than adults and move on.
    Adults have acquired poisoned memories and do not not have the purity and innocence that children do. That is why they are so vulnerable. We should not let our guard down and protect them at all costs.
    And Oh, do they share their love!!! We can learn so much from them…

  4. I’m not writing with an answer to the question, I’m writing about the photo. Before I read anything, I was amazed at how much the cute little fellow on the left reminded me of ML Sullivan. I have not seen ML in 40+ years (yikes!) but while looking at the photo I clearly saw her in the face of the little fellow with the cap. Great photo.

    (P.S. Later in the day Mary Lou confirmed it was her father)

  5. I love these photos!! It’s funny that M. Kenny saw my Aunt Mary Lou in that picture of the kids (including the boy in the cap who would become my Grandpa) because the first thing I thought when I saw this photo was how much that same boy looked like my cousin Billy (another grandchild of Robert, “the cute little fellow on the left” and father to my Dad, to ML and to Billy’s Mom Eleanor).

    Genetics are an amazing thing!

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