While looking through my reference photographs trying to find an image to use for my next Etch A Sketch, I allowed myself to be distracted by photographs of my kids. I came across this photo of my daughter riding her bike – pure unadulterated joy. Hmmm “unadulterated”.
The definition of “adulterated” is as follows: ‘to render something poorer in quality by adding another substance, typically an inferior one’. Is adulthood the inferior substance that we add to life that makes this exuberance of a child so hard to come by? Or are the struggles that life doles out between childhood and adulthood the necessary ingredients that allow us to see just how beautiful our children are?