Wednesday, September 16, 2009
i think i am real
In her book, Beyond Deserving: Children, Parents & Responsibility Revisited (which I plan to review here soon), theologian and child psychotherapist Dorothy Martyn makes a striking comparison between great poetry and the words of children. Both tell us something true and important, but we can easily miss it if we don't take the time to see beyond the face-value of the words.
This came from 4-year-old Nate yesterday, out of the blue:
Sometimes I think bad things and I cry in my bed.
Because I think I am real when I do that.
But then I open my eyes, and I am in my room, and I don't cry anymore.