To be a child is to wake up in the morning, unencumbered by the past and with a future full of limitless possibilities.
To be a child is to see the world with eyes of wonder, wishing for explanations or reasons yet open to mystery and to the unseen and the irrational.
To be a child is to see kindness in every human encounter and not to look for a catch or hidden agenda behind such kindness.
To be a child is to sing in great abandon about every joy and not to dwell on tears and disappointments.
To be a child is to see universe in a grain of sand and to feel all of humanity in a mother’s tight and warm embrace.
To be a child is to fully relish the present moment and, at the end of the day, not to wish for tomorrow to come sooner.
To be a child is not to care and yet live every moment enveloped in love.
They came to Capernaum and, once inside the house, he began to ask them,
“What were you arguing about on the way?”
But they remained silent. For they had been discussing among themselves on the way
who was the greatest. Then he sat down, called the Twelve, and said to them,
“If anyone wishes to be first, he shall be the last of all and the servant of all.”
Taking a child, he placed it in their midst, and putting his arms around it, he said to them, “Whoever receives one child such as this in my name, receives me;and whoever receives me, receives not me but the One who sent me.”
Mk 9:30-37