When crayons become magic wands,
And walls turn into fairy lands,
When mud pies are five-star cuisine,
And giggles rule the in-betweenâ
Let them be little, let them play,
Donât rush them to grow today.
Their worldâs still painted in wonderâs hue,
Each question starts with, âBut why canât I too?â
We teach them math, we teach them speed,
But forget they only needâ
A lap to sit, a hand to hold,
A heart that listens before it scolds.
One day, theyâll trade their dolls for deadlines,
Swings for screens and chalk for guidelines.
Their laughterânow pure, untamed and wildâ
Will soften into a âbusy adultâ smile.
So, build sandcastles that the tide may steal,
Jump puddles for no big deal,
Say yes to one more bedtime song,
Because this phase wonât last too long.
If we blink too fast, weâll miss the showâ
Those mismatched socks, that crooked bow,
That messy hair with a secret grinâ
A masterpiece we wonât see again.
Let them live it, not just survive,
Help them feel that theyâre truly alive.
For childhoodâs not a test or race,
Itâs the seed of a lifelong grace.
So laugh with them when juice cups spill,
Join their mischief, climb that hill,
The joy you give will come aroundâ
A piece of you in the joy theyâve found.
âDonât raise children who feel they must hurry to grow upâraise ones who never forget how to stay young at heart.â
đŞ Thought to Ponder:
Childhood is not a rehearsalâitâs the real show. If weâre too busy directing, we forget to dance along.

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