Today one of my grandchildren was here; I was babysitting. He was inquisitive. He asked the meaning of a word which I did not know. We looked it up together in the phone book. Every time I baby sit one of my grandkids, I am simply amazed at how smart, quick –thinking, and curious they are. Years of not having a normal baby/child in the house has warped my sense of what is normal.
And yet, I saw that he doesn’t have even half of Ricki’s courage. He balked at doing new/hard things quicker than she does, even though these “hard” things are not half as hard for him as for her. And the minute she came in from school, my slightly anti-social daughter managed anyway to give him a nice compliment. Oh, I am proud of her today!