And that’s true. You have only to talk or listen to a child to gain a fresh perspective on things.
I remember years ago, in 1976, the year of the American Bicentennial, overhearing a conversation between my youngest son Danny and his best friend Tommy. They might have been about seven or eight years old at the time.
Danny and Tommy attended different schools. Danny went to the local Catholic school and Tommy to the local public school. In fact, that’s how my children identified themselves back then. You were either Catholic or “Public” which was a catchall term for anyone who was not Catholic. Catholicism colored their everyday lives.
Take for example the different perspectives shared by the two boys on a fine summer’s day.
Danny pointed to the sky as a large white bird lands on the garage roof, “Look Tommy, it’s the Holy Spirit!”
“No it’s not,” Tommy said. “It’s the Spirit of ’76!”
Either way, I said, “God Bless America!”
And God Bless, Mom!