Childlike

I think some people worry about whether or not the children who grow up in NYC have an opportunity to really be children or if they are thrust, at too early an age, right into the madness of it all.

There are a lot of children in the Park Slope area. A lot of children with power-broker mommies and stay-at-home rock-and-roll daddies; beautiful brown children who are the best combination of their parents disparate ethnicities and races; children with two mommies; children with two daddies. These children ride the subway, go out to dinner, enjoy a late brunch, learn how to properly pronounce espresso and drink bottled water.

But they're still kids, you know. They still freak out when they are tired (of boutique shopping). They still jump up and try and catch the softness blowing in the wind. They are the most appreciative of butterflies of any children that I've ever seen. They still write their names and their dreams in bright chalk on sidewalks and they still laugh.. like children.

I think, for the most part, the the children thrust themselves upon The City. They keep it majikal and full of wonderment. They hear all of the music and purposeful order that lies just under the current of everyday helter-skelter and they sing it back to The City with joy.

And NYC is better because of it.