I’ve been thinking about this. It’s not just their authenticity. It’s that their authenticity connects me to my authenticity because they are so much like me. Their joys are my joys, whether I discovered them as a child and rediscovered them together or when they teach me something new.
Through my children I’m often reminded of all of the wonderful things about myself and about life that I’ve forgotten or gotten too busy to notice (or cultivate), but watching their discovery takes me right back to my discovery. It’s magic. Like those scenes in the movies where the light filters just right so you feel warm and happy just watching. I’m falling in love with them and loving life from both vantage points if that makes sense. Parenting is such a heightened emotional state and such a gift.