Saturday, December 15, 2012

Where the sidewalks ends.....

I often wonder when I am out in the world with my boys how they are perceiving the world around them...what do they notice the most...what brings in the wonder.  It would fascinate me to dive into their little minds and relive what it is like to be a kid again.  There is one thing I know that is definite....I can learn more from these two little boys than anyone or anything else on this planet.  They know more than me....they see more than I see!

A couple weeks ago, I decided to take them out, let them lead me, and I was going to document it.  I told Ayden to lead the way, tell me when to stop the car, when to take a picture, and what to take a picture of.  It was fascinating to see what caught his eye the most.  It wasn't places you would typically think people would be drawn to. He took us to old buildings, under bridges, gravel roads, fences.   He saw the joy and beauty in these places that some people would shun away.  A huge lesson for us adults!!

"There is a place where the sidewalk ends 
And before the street begins,
 And there the grass grows soft and white, 
And there the sun burns crimson bright, 
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight 
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black 
And the dark street winds and bends. 
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow 
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, 
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
 And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, 
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know 
The place where the sidewalk ends."  
-Shel Silvertein


  1. Oh, I love these pics and being able to see through Ayden's eyes what caught his attention and enjoyed that day.....What a great idea for a Mom or Dad to go do with their child. You are proof of how a child thrives emotionally with loving, attentive parents guiding their way. I wish every child could experience that same love, gentle discipline, guidance and just the "time and attention" of their parents in their home. Love,
    Aunt Debbie


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