All living

She's all soft edges and shy glances; There's nothing sharp about her. She shocks me daily with her unrehearsed brilliance: the lyrics of a song I rarely sing or the repeating of a phrase I said hours ago, slipped into conversation. She's a ready sponge, and we have the privilege and responsibility of choosing the pool she soaks from as she grows.

“Children make large demands upon us. We owe it to them to initiate an immense number of interests. ‘Thou hast set my feet in a large room,’ should be the glad cry of every intelligent soul. Life should be all living, and not merely a tedious passing of time; not all doing or all feeling or all thinking—the strain would be too great—but, all living; that is to say, we should be in touch wherever we go, whatever we hear, whatever we see, with some manner of vital interest...” Charlotte Mason