After so much sadness in the news this week, these precious little faces give me hope.
Pia and Victor
Young children don’t build walls.
They don't see language,
race, religion, or disability as a barrier. Their hearts are open to
love and acceptance. They find a way to learn and grow, and play together. Children are teachers. We can learn much from them.
Although they've been friends for a while, the two cuties above inspired this little poem.
Friendship
I met a girl today.
She doesn't understand
the words I say.
But--
we can laugh and
we can play.
Hooray!
I made a new friend
today!
-©Linda Kulp Trout
Peace and love be with you.
Hooray indeed! May these children lead us into a better way--and to new friends instead of old enemies.
ReplyDeleteYes, they are our best hope for a better future.
DeleteSo very sweet, Linda. I'd love to know their conversation! My kindergarteners have unknowingly comforted me on many occasions just by their presence. -- Christie @ https://wonderingandwondering.wordpress.com/
ReplyDeleteThanks, Christie. I love listening to the conversations of young children. If only adults could be more like them.
DeleteChildren are teachers indeed. Thank you, Linda, for sharing their wisdom. May we follow in peace. xx
ReplyDeleteThanks, Amy. If only we could be more like them this world would be a whole lot better.
DeleteIs this your grandson? I love that he is inspiring your poem, which perfectly captures a kid's acceptance of others.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is Victor. I was actually thinking of two children speaking different languages, but also those children who communicate in non-verbal ways.
DeleteLinda, this line is so true=> Young children don’t build walls. Too bad as they grow into adults the walls mysteriously appear. Thanks for the sweet poem.
ReplyDeleteThis poem makes me want to say hooray, too. And, after this week....that's saying something!
ReplyDeleteI love your poem. We would all do well to follow in the footsteps of children.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully said--simple but profound.
ReplyDeleteThe looks on their faces are pure joy. Sweet poem, too.
ReplyDeleteWhen I look out on my mostly brown-faced multilingual multicultural classroom, I know that I have been given a gift AND an opportunity. If we get our classroom culture right, I know that these children will carry an inclusive, compassionate way of looking out at the world with them for the rest of their lives. My impact on the future has never seemed more important than now.
ReplyDeleteThis brought a true smile to my face. You are so right! We need to look at the children. They do not know prejudice. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteIt's heartbreaking - I remember teaching at a summer camp for international students years ago, and several children got into shouting matches because they came from countries that had long been at odds with each other, and they didn't want anything to do with each other. The children weren't speaking their own truths - they had been taught by adults to carry on old animosities, to carry grudges that were generations old. It's so hard to work against hatreds that are so deeply entrenched, but it can be done - after several months of living with the kids they were taught to hate, the children were happily playing together as if they always had been.
ReplyDelete"We can laugh and/we can play." Such profound wisdom in these few words. Thank you for this sweet poem, Linda!
ReplyDeleteSuch a good age, and so true about the play of young children.
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