I felt this way with Ashleigh, and it hit me again with Mitchell.
Newborns look intelligent. All-knowing.
|Mitchell demonstrating his wisdomousness in his first week.|
When I look at Mitchell, I swear he’s just calmly considering the world around him.
There are all sorts of thoughts, theories, hypotheses and considerations in his head. It’s packed full of facts, figures and information. Of the sort that could answer humankind’s biggest questions.
Are we alone in the universe? Does God exist? What is the meaning of life?
Where do all the odd socks go?
Knowledge. Power. Wisdom.
It’s in all babies from day one.
But… we dumb it down. We squash it out. We goo. We gah. We blow raspberries. Stick out our tongues. Tickle toes and sing nursery rhymes about broken eggs and broken crowns.
And by the time babies can express themselves properly, the wisdom is repressed.
Perhaps it can return. But who knows? Because goo goo gah gah, you’re just so cute, yes you are, ah-yes you are! *raspberry*
|Ah-yes you are!|
Do you feel like there’s something babies would teach us if they could? Or do you think their heads are full of goos and gahs?