Through the Eyes of a Child

I’ve had an idea for this post for a couple weeks now. But every time I sit down to write it, it came out wrong. Basically, I’ve been stalling trying to write about this amazing realization I had of viewing the world through the eyes of a child, specifically my own child.

In my car, we only listen to one radio station, KLOVE. No bad words, no bad messages, and no bad intentions. It really makes me feel better knowing that if my child decides to sing or say anything he’s heard on the radio, it won’t be anything bad (or embarrassing!) And wow, he sure does love to sing the songs he hears on KLOVE.


Currently, one of his favorites to sing is Bleed the Same by Mandisa. (I highly recommend listening to it if you’ve never heard it.) And while his enunciation leaves something to be desired, it really sparked something in me. We go to the park or the bouncy place to play after school a lot. And there’s never anyone there he knows, always strangers. But he does not care. Everyone is a friend. Everyone. He doesn’t care how big or small, the color of their skin, boy or girl. They are his friend. (Sometimes even when they are not interested, which doesn’t stop him from trying to play and be friends.)

Then it hit me, all these things that we’ve been groomed to notice (because of media, bad society practices, etc.) are something that my son just does not know. He doesn’t recognize another child as different from him. (OK, yes, he does notice that some are smaller and younger than him and need help doing things bigger kids do. Or that other kids are bigger and he can’t quite do what they do.) But my heart just melts when I see him approach another child (any child) and wants to play and be their friend. If we ever happen to be at the park or bouncy place at the same time again, he will remember your child and be ready to pick up right where they left off.


I hope and pray that he keeps this attitude towards other kids. I know it will leave him vulnerable to things that are just terrible (there will always be bullies), but I hope he treats everyone as a friend first. No kid should feel left out. I hope that my son helps other kids feel valued and appreciated.

It only takes one kid to start making a difference for the future. If mine grows up to see everyone the same, that’s one start. And I will be proud that I helped make that start in the world. Who knows, maybe it’ll lead to the right changes in the world to see less hate and more love.


through the eyes of a child

After observing my child and reflecting on all the recent tragedies, I try every day to do the same as my son. All of us are the same, we bleed the same, and we really are more beautiful when we work together. We should fight for love and against hate. It’s our responsibility to teach friendship, to teach responsibility for emotions and actions, and to fight for our fellow man.

I’m tired of seeing all the violent tragedy in my Facebook feed. So instead of adding to the social media mania, I’m choosing to do something. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but in my eyes it really is. Shaping one child (or more if we ever have more kids!) to see all people as equal, the same, and worthy of their respect.

So what’s your plan? Do you see the world through the eyes of a child? Try it out! The stress of hatred really does seem to melt away.

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