My 5-year-old son can't write his name, and he doesn't color within the lines. But I treasure his eyes of innocence, the excitement that he gets when he finds a cool leaf on the ground, or a really neat stick. He tiptoes past the "secret" lake so that the "crocodiles" won't hear him. Off in the woods at the playground he & brother slay dinosaurs and bears among the trees.
My new favorite friend over at New Mama's Nest, posts:
I'd give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life's decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer-day.