The Perfect Answer
May 30, 2013
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My granddaughter is brilliant. Ok, so is yours, but I have to smile at a recent interaction and the perfection of the short dialog.
It has been too long since I held her in my arms, so I was relishing the moment the other day when she leaned back and looked at my hair.
“What color your hair?” the two and one-half year old queried.
“Oh, sweetie, that is gray,” I said.
She smiled. “And black,” she added.
The years have brought much gray, and I am proud to say that I have earned every single strand. But her comment was more clarifying than she knows, but such is the wisdom of youth.
As I access the wisdom and perspectives of my sons (31, 27 and 20), and reflect on the insights they have shared over the years, I am now able to access new truth again, in the sweet voice of a young girl not yet three who carries at least some of my DNA. And so the process continues.