It’s funny how easily we forget what it’s like to be a child.
Do you remember what it was like to try or see something new, and be just absolutely mesmerized by it? New experiences were burned into our psyche, and I’ll bet that certain smells, songs or landscapes can bring the wonder and joy of certain memories flooding back in an instant.
Why do we lose this as adults? Perhaps because we have a “been there and done that” attitude. Fewer and fewer things are new to us. We are too busy worrying about children or work or the house to truly appreciate the beauty and awe inherent in a first experience.
The unfortunate byproduct of our humdrum attitudes is that we tend to underestimate the effect of new experiences on our children.
Let me backtrack for a minute. I grew up in California, and I spent many weekends skiing in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. As a child, I remember the excitement I would feel on the drive up as we snaked through the foothills, until finally the majesty of these massive, grand mountains was revealed. It took my breath away. Every time.
Thirty of so years later I no longer live in California, but Illinois. I’m taking my kids skiing for the first time. In Illinois, we have hills. We have little itty bitty ski resorts with 15 runs. My attitude, as we drive through the rolling hills, is one of boredom. My kids pick up on this, and the excitement that they should have felt at the first sight of those snow covered slopes was tempered by my lukewarm attitude. Because I’d already experienced it.
Fast forward to this morning, when, for the first time in my life, I had the opportunity to ski in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. We had arrived the night before, and were unable to see anything save the hotel and the streets in the local town.
When we woke up the next morning and opened the drapes, I was overcome by what I saw outside my window. For a moment I was 10 again, catching my first glimpse of the enormous mountains rising up before me. I was breathless. I was transfixed. My eyes were wide, and I could barely speak.

Every new experience they have I will endeavor to see through their eyes, instead of my own age-tempered eyes. I will coexist in their experience, instead of dragging them into mine. I will make it my mission, as a mother, to open them up to beauty, inspiration and wonder.
I will let them be children for as long as I can.













