Looking through the eyes of a child

This past Wednesday I spend the day with my oldest daughter, Celia. I introduced her to the gastronomical wonder that is a Juicy Lucy on a lunch date to the Blue Door Pub. She loved it but it didn't love her back, poor kid.

After lunch we went to the Weisman Art Museum in Minneapolis. It was inspiring to see and hear Celia's reactions to the pieces on display. There was one piece in particular, a hanging sculpture constructed of beads and wire, that caught her eye (I am sorry I didn't get the name of the artist/piece). It was hanging at eye level and was delicate and sparsely sprinkled with color, nice to look at. Celia got down on her hands and knees and looked up at the bottom of it and insisted I do the same. I shook my head and told her to get off the floor but she wouldn't move until I got down there with her. Looking up through the bottom of the piece we discovered an explosion of color as it was a solid mass of glass seed beads! It would have never occurred to me to do that without her prompting and I am so happy I listened and gave in to her quirky request.

When was the last time you looked at the world around you through the eyes of a child?