Some people say that life is like the rings of a tree, growing round and round. Deep and shallow rings represent the mark of time, and for each year, each unique year to leave a symbol, a unique memory. When I look at my children smiling in the sun, I wonder: If I were a child…

If I were a child, I would look forward to games more than I look forward to all; If I were a child, I would like to have many good friends to play with me every day; If I were a child, I would say what I wanted to say, do not care about the adult blame and condemnation; If I were a child, I hope the teacher was my mother, my sister, my partner, give me more love, knowledge and happiness; If I were a child, I hope the kindergarten was like a play palace, where you could play a lot of interesting toys and games, do not have to listen to the teacher's command - "it is time to collect toys", "the game is over" and other commands; If I were a child, I would like to be able to eat my favorite things every day; If I were a child, I would not want siestas to be a part of my life. Don't force me to fall asleep when I can't. If I were a child, when I didn’t take care of wet pants, I hope the teacher didn’t blame me, didn’t tell you, and looked at me with the eyes of love, helped me with warm hands; If I were a child, when I was learning skills, I would hope that every time I raised my hand, I could be invited to speak to the teacher, and when I did not raise my hand, the teacher would not call me. If I were a child, I would like to feel and touch with every part of my body, to experience things and things I did not know; If I were a child, I should hope that you would look at me with the most adoration for being the wisest, the bravest, the healthiest; If I were a child, I'd have everything I could think of. Yes, kids in early childhood are full of curiosity about the world, they are willing to stare at the complex world, they are the naivest, illusion that they can own the world.

Get down and talk to the child. See the world through the child's eyes. A little more understanding, a little more love.

Author | Amy Yang