My almost five year old niece visited today, and she is still a never-ending source of delight and enchantment and laughter and wisdom in my life. In so many ways she is eerily a miniature version of myself. As a toddler I nicknamed her Little Bit because she had far too much attitude for such a Little Bitty thing and the name still applies. In her innocent, wise, uninhibited child ways she sought to understand today what must be incomprehensible to her. And I treasure her faith in me, her honesty, and her inquisitiveness.
Little Bit: Why are you walking with that walker?
Me: Because my legs are not strong enough right now, so I need to use the walker to make sure I don't fall.
Little Bit (sitting next to me on the couch): Why do your toes point down like that?
Me: They are stuck like that for right now, sweetheart.
Little Bit: (wiggling her toes) Mine aren't stuck.
Me: That's right. But see, my toes don't move even if I pull on them.
Little Bit: How'd they get stuck?
Me: Well, I got sick and it made my muscles not work right.
Little Bit: How did getting sick make your toes stuck?
Me: Because of being sick my muscles don't work right. You have strong muscles, but my muscles in my legs and feet are not very strong and they get stuck.
Little Bit: Oh.
And with that, she hopped off the couch and proceeded to twirl into one of her frequent spontaneous dances. She can be as serious as an adult at one moment and then launch back into the joyful delights of being almost five. She has not yet learned to form stereotypes or prejudice, to fear difference or to not ask questions. She can entertain herself for an hour with nothing more than a willing audience and two flip-flops. God, I love this child!
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