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Wednesday
Feb292012

Why...?

Is it just me, or do you find yourself acting a bit like a 2-3 year old as you mature?

My mind is constantly active and it seems these days that my main question, just like that of a 2-3 year old, is "Why?" Why is hardwood called hardwood when it's not necessarily hard? Why are flower petals so fragile? Why do some mosquitoes live for only a few days (or, better yet, why do they live at all?)

My current favorite is: Why do butterflies have such beautifully patterned wings? Oh I understand about camouflage - but camouflage could be accomplished with less beauty. So why? I think I'm driving my loved ones nuts; but it's interesting to see the children trying to find explanations for these things. And I hope most fervently that I'm planting the seed of inquiry in their minds.

To me, inquisitive minds are the mainstay of life; they're what keep us interesting to others and what staves away boredom when alone. Perhaps that's why so many young children have an affinity with their grandparents; they're asking the same questions!

And while you ponder that, ponder this too; why do we discourage young children from asking 'why'?

 

Hard wood, fragile petals, and gossamer wings;
we have to ask, 'Why?'


  

 

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Reader Comments (2)

Lovely thoughts!

February 29, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterSally K Witt

Thank you, as always, Sally. I've often wondered why grandparents and grandchildren have this strong bond...perhaps this is part of it.

February 29, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterRhia Roberts

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