PERSPECTIVES

The child and I wandered around a bookstore this evening. It was fun to watch her as she bounced from book to book, aisle to aisle, giggling and chattering.

She has a great eye. There is no consistency that I can recognize to what catches her attention, but she knows what she likes. One book was liked because of its color, pink or green; another was liked because of an image on the cover, a monkey or a bunch of flowers; another due to its shape, square rather than rectangular; yet another for its size, large relative to all its neighbors. Her choices were many of the same books that caught my attention as well.

So, we wandered about without any aim, unfettered, and free to gaze at whatever peaked our interest, collectively or individually.