I just received a very special gift. It wasn’t wrapped in fancy paper. There were no ribbons or bows. But it was the gift that I treasured more than any other. It was given to me naturally by my grandchildren this year just as it was last year. It was the gift of sharing a power that they possess so easily, their sense of wonder.
Wonder is such an easy sense to lose. Teenagers and young adults almost deliberately throw it away in their intense drive for “sophistication”. But young children have no such guile. The glee with which they greet a glittering tree or an unwrapped present is as boundless as it is pure.
Callused by struggles and disappointments naturally encountered through years of living, it is no longer possible for me to emulate their heightened sense of wonder, but it is possible to share it with them. We can let ourselves be swept along with their exuberant enthusiasm and let their wonder spread over us. The important thing is not to fight or ignore the wave.
Part of maintaining a joyful attitude is to be continually open to wonder - to a sparkling starry sky, to crashing ocean waves, to majestic mountains, or to the brilliant reds of holly berries. We cannot afford to let cynicism wall us off from the wonders that surround us.
Children know that secret. It was a privilege and a delight to share it with them.