Childhood, whose very happiness is love.
Blessed be childhood, which brings down something of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.
Henri Frederic Amiel
You are worried about seeing him spend his early years in doing nothing. What! Is it nothing to be happy? Nothing to skip, play, and run around all day long? Never in his life will he be so busy again.
Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn’t music.
Children are the Epitome of Happiness. Simply anything from a smooth stone to a paper boat can make them happy, keep them engaged. Games which have no rules. Creativity with no limits. Grudges which end in minutes. White or black, fun never ends.
Somewhere along we grow up and loose most of those precious qualities.
Stay young! Be Happy!!
Ps: New parents with highly irritating kids, please excuse, this post is just meant for a daily exercise.
Pc: Google Images.