The Return of Innocence: A Week With Two Children
Our grandchildren, ages eight and four, are with us for a week. All day every day. By about day four an adult reaches a saturation point and becomes, in some sense, a child too. After days and nights participating in play, story, physical and imaginative games, make-believe, general silliness, and the deep need for security and protection, you fall like Alice down a rabbit hole into your eternal childhood.
Significant time with little children leads us, if we follow, into a world of innocence. Not certainly goodness and angelic sweetness. Anyone acquainted with children knows they are deeply selfish in the only way they can be. Their innocence lies in their consciousness. They don’t yet know they’re selfish—that realization, when it comes, will be their “fall,” their bruising tumble into the world of experience. For now, they just want what they want, which is mostly just food and play and wild confections of fantasy, love, physical bursts of energy, more love (more than you give my brother or sister!), challenges that allow them to prove themselves. They have fierce emotions—sadness, awe, fear, regret, anger—and then they let them go.
In the presence of such innocence, adults pine for something long lost. But we can’t go back into original innocence, just as Adam and Eve could not return to the garden. We can, however, come into a Second Innocence after we have named and accepted our selfishness, our willfulness, when we no longer need to deny or cut off our shadow side. The goal of the spiritual life—a “pure heart”—is given to us, paradoxically, when we acknowledge what a perfect mess we are inside, and when we surrender to the world as it is, that glorious jumble of darkness and light. This is what Jesus means when he says that we must become like a little child in order to understand the riddle of life, and so find happiness and peace.
“For the simplicity on this side of complexity, I wouldn’t give you a fig,” said Oliver Wendell Holmes. “But for the simplicity on the other side of complexity, for that I would give you anything I have.” That innocence on the other side of fallenness is what we would give anything for, and time spent with little kids can arouse that longing in our hearts. (It can also drive us half crazy, but that seems to be part of the divine ordeal!)
Matt Edwards says
So I don’t have grandkids but I am a 53 yr old with a 2 yr old at home so I can relate! What’s the joke about being a grandparent – something like the best part of being a grandparent is you get to give them back? So many interesting things about being a parent the “second time.” Well I guess one is I’ll be sober for her entire life (God willing) so that’s kinda cool…my older kids say they don’t remember me being “active” but man do I remember begging them not to play ice hockey because I didn’t want to wake up hungover for 6am practice on weekends! Also, having one is SO much different than having 3 under 5…I wouldn’t say it’s serene but it’s not mass chaos 24/7! And it’s also so amazing watching my older 3 interact with the 2 yr old – my former youngest (haha) headed to college next month and that’s gonna be hard for everyone! And to think I was so nervous telling them Jenny was pregnant.
“For the simplicity on this side of complexity, I wouldn’t give you a fig,” said Oliver Wendell Holmes. “But for the simplicity on the other side of complexity, for that I would give you anything I have.” I had to read this a few times but finally got it and love it! How’d you find time to write this?! 🙂
Johnna says
One of the joys of being a children’s librarian is encountering children every day. It’s a lesson in seeking to be simple, but not simplistic…Thanks, David.
David Anderson says
I was thinking of teachers as people who spend lots of time with children—but yes, the librarian. Such an important guide for a child’s journey into the world of books!
Trey wilson says
“That glorious tumble of darkness and light “ In western Christian thought we are instructed to stay away from darkness — the bogey man of the spirit life has the deed to that playground and we dare not enter
I don’t get to spend as much time with children as I would like . Your reflection here rather bids me welcome to discover my child self and enjoy that tumble
Thank you David