Through a child’s eyes.

Is it a curse or a blessing?

I can remember back to when I was a year old. I know that’s not extremely common, it runs in my fathers side. My grandfather could remember from about the age of 2.5 and my father from about 3.

While the actual events may not be all that interesting to anyone but myself, the viewpoint might be.

Last night I was dreaming. I was in the body of a young adult visiting a middle-aged couple, they were part of my extended family but I couldn’t quite recognize them. As I moved through the dream, walking and talking,I realized that the landscape was familiar. And I realized who this middle-aged couple was.

They were one of my great-uncles and great-aunts. They’re both dead now.

Not to speak ill of the dead, but they were a product of their time and environment. What I remember of them as an adult is regret that their viewpoints and actions were so drastically different from what I believed, that we would never be able to be at ease around each other.

But what I remember from when I was a toddler was very different.
In my dream, though I was nominally an adult, I saw them through the eyes of a young child.
Everything was new, so big I could never know it all; there would always be something new to see, someplace new to explore.
The people were kind, they knew everything I didn’t. They were giants to my eye and to my mind.(1)

I saw no bigotry, no hatred, no small-mindedness.
I saw love, laughter, and support.

It wasn’t a year after the time my dream took place when I suddenly began to recognize the darker side of the giants in my life. (2)
Still, so very occasionally, I am reminded of the promise the world held to me, once upon a time, when I was very very small.

 

 

Is it a blessing? Or a curse?

 

 

 

 

(1)…and they had motorcycles, my first intro at 2.5 years old and I was hooked for life.
(2) Not referring to my great-uncle/aunt in this instance.

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