There's a little girl, she's probably about 3 years old, who lives with her mother in an apartment below us. I often hear her little voice echoing across the courtyard, singing the ABC's or her own made-up version of a radio song. But mostly I hear her asking her mother a million questions: "Why are we going to the store?" "What is this bug?" "How come I have to eat this sandwich?" It makes me smile every time, such a boisterous little bundle of curiosity. And she reminds me that asking questions is a good thing...wanting to know about the world and how it works and what your part is in it. Because I think if we just accept things -- in our own lives or in the world -- we stop growing. We stop caring. So even though we don't have all the answers, we should keep asking the questions.
Happy Friday!
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Great stuff:)
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