To think like a child.
That, for me is the impossible. Their minds work and function in a world full of unknowns and the possible. A world in which the repercussions of their actions are nowhere in their thoughts. They do things purely out of love or creativity, a world which I admire, but can be frustrating for those of us in this reality.
My son got up yesterday morning and decided that the fish needed to be fed. An act that is so sweet and innocent. So kind and thoughtful. However, his measurements were off, and instead of giving each beta 4 or 5 small pellets, he gave them a feast. An entire container of food per fish. When I got home yesterday the fish were swimming in their own banquet, crowded by the love of my oldest.
When I looked up and saw the poor fish, the fish I introduced to their new home the night before, I was irritated. I had just prepared everything for them and now I needed to do it all again. The irritation didn’t last long, and I soon began to chuckle. The love of my child for his fish just radiated from the mess. So, I smiled while I cleaned up his adoration, and am thankful that I’m the type of parent that recognizes these tiny magical moments.