I just finished reading To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. It wasn't my favorite novel, but I will share my favorite part. This is Mrs. Ramsay as she sits with her young son on her lap and thinks about her small children:
"Why, she asked, pressing her chin on James's head, should they grow up so fast? Why should they go to school? She would have liked always to have had a baby. She was happiest carrying one in her arms...And, touching his hair with her lips, she thought, he will never be so happy again... Still, it was true. They were happier now than they would ever be again. A tenpenny tea set made Cam happy for days. She heard them stamping and crowing on the floor above her head the moment they woke. They came bustling along the passage. Then the door sprang open and in they came, fresh as roses, staring, wide awake, as if this coming into the dining room after breakfast, which they did every day of their lives, was a positive event to them, and so on, with one thing after another, all day long, until she went up to say good-night to them, and found them netted in their cots like birds among cherries and raspberries, still making up stories about some little bit of rubbish-something they had heard, something they had picked up in the garden. They had all their little treasures. . . And so she went down and said to her husband, Why must they grow up and lose it all? Never will they be so happy again."
I have to agree with her. It's fun to watch happy little kids go about their day. When put in a loving environment, kids are naturally happy. It's too bad we all have to grow up one day and deal with grown-up problems.