Little eyes. Teenage eyes. They see so much. They take in SO MUCH.
There is so much more, than what meets OUR eyes when we look at our young people. We fail to see how they sit quietly in the corner, watching as mom and dad argue.
We fail to see, how they watch in horror, at the violence we call “entertainment” on the television.
We don’t see how our careless words, hit their very core. Or how they watch other kids at school exclude them.
But they take it in. They see. And they know far more than we give them credit for.
Those precious, precious eyes.
Those eyes belong to our children. Our grandchildren. We are responsible for them.
I don’t want to see hurt in those eyes. I don’t want to see tears fall. I want to see joy, spark, and life sparkle from those precious eyes. I can’t control everything, of course. But I can play a part – an important part, by imparting love, wisdom, understanding, empathy, joy, and acceptance into their hearts.
I can provide a safe home environment for them.
I can have a ready hug. And an available ear to listen.
We take in so much of life, too. But it’s our job, to protect those younger than us. To give them the time they need to develop the maturity, discernment, and strong moral compass needed, to handle what is thrown their way. They may act like they can handle it, but it’s our job to truly KNOW if they can handle it.
The world is tough. It’s fast. And it doesn’t take into consideration the innocence and purity of a child. That’s what we need to do.
We need to protect them. Cherish them. And love them with everything we’ve got.
For those little eyes are seeing too much, too soon. Much, much too soon.