None else

We get an enjoyment in making them? They come with a hefty price, expensive, and it take years to get to understand and to know them? They are our children. Children, they have their own little world
or dimension, they can get around other children just like them and start to associate with one another as if, they have been friends for years. I noticed that children do not like any of their kind to hurt or to suffer? I seen a child cry because she wanted some candy and the mother would not give the child any, then? To my surprise, I seen another little girl come to the other little girl and ask her why she was crying, the little girl told the other little girl that she
wanted some candy, but her mom would
not get her any; so the little girl reached in her
pocket and told the little girl that she had some
candy and shared with the girl who had become her
now new friend.

This is the trueness of the ethereal, children have

love so plainly, so open and so free given, and we

adults can barely look at an eighteen year old enemy?

None besides children can teach us adults
that we need one another? Children? They
demonstrate that love every single day
at the playgrounds or birthday parties,
and we as adults have not attained
their abilities of friendship, love, and
compassion for one another.

 I see God in the hearts of children and
 we can learn from them when we pay
attention to them; for there is none
 else in human form who can teach
us like children can.

Children? They do amazing things that makes
us go oooh, and ahhhh all the time?
They surprise us with words that tickle
 our ears, and they catch us off guard
 with the kodak moments.

How wonderful the mind and
heart of a child is. It is very ironic how
 nature has made her course

of action of us taking care of children?

When in actuality? The children truly

are taking care of us?

They give us joy and they can give us sorrow, they make
us happy and they can make us sad; but have you
not noticed? That whatever that they do?
They challenge or emotions, instincts and our
reasoning?

 None else can bring out the best
out of us adults than children can, yet we
are them? But with the responsibility of
 the love that they demonstrate and have?
They? Are us.