It’s a shame in many ways that as adults we no longer see things through the eyes of a child, the wonder and curiosity that is their’s.
But at some point the realities of adult life catches up with us and our focus becomes either widened or narrowed as you will.
We forget the innocence so much a part of a child’s life and often replace it with cynicism, racism, egotism, unwarranted skepticism, and even indifference, losing much of ourselves and our potential in the process.
I had a child bring this dragonfly to me and ask if it were sick – perhaps it had been or died for any number of other reasons.
The concern in this child’s eye is what impressed me the most and made me wonder how many adults would have expressed the same concern, or even given a moments notice to it’s mortal remains?
Few I think as the pursuits of adults are noticeably different than those of a child, a blessing in many ways for children even as children are a blessing to parents and family.
The nations have long referred to children as being sacred, a gift to be nourished, respected, and loved.
As adults our responsibilities are manifold, none greater though than those for our children, for all children, for spouses, family, and loved ones.
Our responsibilities aren’t limited to such immediacies though, they extend to the land, the environment, and our nations- lessons and values to teach and instill in children.
No little one, the dragonfly is not sick, it has returned to the mother from which we all came, but there will always be dragonflies to marvel over and perhaps even to sit on your hand – it is your responsibility to respect them and do no harm, for they too are part of the circle of life.
And so this little one not so far removed from crawling and pulling himself erect to take the first tentative steps goes in search of a bush or low hanging branch to place the dragonfly upon with what struck me as a palpable reverence and an inherent understanding that the realm of dragonflies is above the ground, not on it – this one never to soar again but in familiar environs nonetheless.