The Little Prince
by Antoine de Saint Exupery
I get so caught up in making breakfast, doing the laundry, watering the garden, teaching numbers, sweeping the floor, et cetera, that I become like the adults in the fairy tale. Yet, I know that boy who is the author. I'm enjoying becoming the friend of the little prince from that tiny planet, which is beautiful because it has a rose which we cannot see. And I see how much my own children are like the boy who draws the terrifying image of the boa! And I have become so practical, forgetting I too still have a child within me who dreams. That child in me now tries to become a friend to my own children and any children I meet, all becaue I met a little prince from a planet I've never heard of in a story by a French aviator...
So much to enjoy about life--don't loaf about, but do enjoy the little things...
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