If you look closely enough, you can see blue lights flashing among the sea of white lights when the metro train whooshes in the underground tunnels.
The kids and I make a game of it. Whoever sees the most blue flashes wins.
The 4 year old always wins. For some reason she sees thousands even though she can’t count past 40.
The more time I spend with kids the more I appreciate their knack for seeing things we adults can’t see. I think I like it even more when they own it and do it on purpose.
When they tell you impossible things with a big smile on their faces you can’t help but play along.
It always makes for interesting conversations.
I never intended to become a nanny, I was supposed to go to grad school and become a great psychologist but I realized I’d be in the wrong line of work.
I was looking for conversations that made life seem like it was beautiful and simple, not scary and complicated.
That’s the sad part of growing up, the older we get, the more what we say gets weighed down by the ugly things we’ve learned about the world.
One time after our little game I asked if she planned to count all the blue lights to infinity.
Of course she said yes.
“Do you know what infinity means?”
She said yes.
I informed her that even if I counted from this very moment until the day I died I wouldn’t be done.
She looked at me for a moment, processing the information. She then asked me this:
“Can God count to infinity?”