
Walking at the corner of Second and Pike, my daughter (age seven, face framed by fake fur, looking up at the falling snow and the row of high-rises) says to me: "It's like we're in a snow globe." That was her at her best. A few moments later, however, she was at her worst. I asked my daughter if her childhood was happy or sad, and she could not provide a clear answer: "I don't know, I cant say."
I asked her the very same question six months ago, and there was no difference from the answer she gave me today—I'm not sure, how do I know, that's not something I think about. But if she doesn't shape a hard answer or a judgment soon, she will certainly miss her only childhood. She needs to grasp it as it is happening and not after it's over. I will ask her again in six months and express my disappointment if she's still uncertain about the status of her experience. Gnothi seauton. It is never too early or too late to know thyself.
Be very wary of where you tread in your quest for your child's self-knowledge, Charles. Childhood is the bliss of that naïve, selfless wonder.
Be patient.
At present she cavorts in the Eden of innocence and her reply is that of an imagined pre-Fall Eve asked of Adam, "So what do you think of this place, huh?"
Do not forget that the transgression that brought paradise crashing down around the mythic pair was not a disobedience, as some would encourage you to believe, but rather that they chose to "eat of the fruit of The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil" and with it became as gods, incapable of innocent, unmediated experience of the Now, the innocent banished from Paradise by knowledge of "paradise"; of the distinction between their present boundless happiness and the sadness that may well follow.
Why, Charles, would you be in such a hurry to feed your own spawn this poison fruit?
Make her self-aware and, yes, she will have knowledge -- but only at the cost of her now easy, "childlike" access to real Truth.
When she can no longer experience the world openly, unimpeded by the filters of Self and its doubts, she will be able to give answer to your weighty questions. When she can hold childhood in her hand, turn it over and examine it from all sides, you will have an answer. And she will at that moment have "childhood" forever after as a thing to know, to ponder over, reminisce and think about -- yet never again as an experience to simply enjoy.
Be patient, Charles. Her self knowledge will come all too soon and without your urging. And then both of you can, together, morn the loss of that child that you once were.
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