The Weekend Revisit Of “The Wisdom Of Children”

Yesterday I was feeling bloated, and I looked in the mirror at myself, and my face was bloated a bit and I felt old. Yes, it happens even to the best of us, a day when you feel like crap and you look at yourself in the mirror and that mirror reflects how you feel.

I also had the joy of looking after a friend’s 8 year old son, and kids are brutally honest. They will tell you the truth in their own brutal honest way, without being malicious about it. When a kid tells you something about yourself, you know it’s true.

As I played some table tennis with my little friend, something was mentioned about age, and I told him when he gets to my age blah blah blah. He looked up and nonchalantly asked me how old I was, and I told him that I was fifty.

He stopped, placed his paddle down on the table and looked at me with disbelief. Here goes I thought, the brutal honesty of an 8 year old.

Instead of him commenting on how I looked older than fifty, he told me “I thought you were a lot younger than that! I thought you were around thirty five. My dad is forty five and you don’t look any where near that“.

I love kids!

Originally posted August 5, 2012

One Comment Add yours

  1. Gary says:

    Love this story, kids can be the best medicine just when you need it, I know my 3 girls have helped me and still help me, even though they are all grown up. They still put a smile on my face and keep me laughing.

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