This past week we celebrated Emily’s 2ndbirthday. It’s been a great week with family in town, and cake and ice cream and presents. Emily has been beside herself with excitement all week—it really has been the cutest thing.
She was particularly cute on Thursday when we visited the Dallas Zoo. She had been to the zoo once before, but it was when her older cousin was visiting, when she was only a few months old. So this was the first time that she had been to the zoo while she was really old enough to name all the animals and make their sounds and really know what was going on.
And she absolutely loved it.
Each animal we saw brought a big smile to her face. That sense of fascination and child-like wonder was in full display, and it was quite incredible.
The cool part was, it really didn’t matter what the animal was; she loved it. Granted, she had her favorites, but mainly because those were the ones that she was most familiar with from books and stuff.
For the most part, though, every animal she saw was as fascinating as the last.
She even liked the animals that weren’t officially part of the zoo! Like when we were all standing at the flamingo display, trying to get her to look at the bright pink flamingos that were standing 30 feet away from us, she was fascinated by the little ordinary, brown duck that just happened to be sitting five feet in front of us.
Or when we were watching the gorillas in their habitat—which is one of my favorites—she saw a squirrel running around and was immediately glued to every move that the squirrel made.
In my experience as an adult at the zoo, I’ve already set up categories in my mind: which animals I want to see, which animals I don’t care about, which animals are beautiful and fascinating, and which animals are not.
For example, have you seen the Red River Warthog at the Dallas Zoo? This thing was crazy looking. I looked at the thing and and found myself thinking, “Wow, what was God thinking when he designed that guy??”
And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse than the warthog we came across the giant anteater. I mean, really. Look at it.
But did Emily care? Of course not. The only thing she would have cared about was whether it was awake or asleep, whether it was putting on a show by simply moving, or it was sitting still.
Did she know these animals were ugly? Not unless I told her they were. To a child, they we were just as fascinating as the last. But to me, they were definitely placed in the category of ugly and crazy.
Unfortunately, it’s not much different than what we do with each other, is it? We have this natural tendency to create categories. We place each other in boxes of predetermined categories that limit the opportunities we give to one another based on preconceived judgments. Even before meeting a someone and learning their story, we’ve judged them into a box.
The real danger emerges when we pass on those prejudices to our children. Emily doesn’t know that the Red River Warthog is “ugly” because I never told her it was. To her, it’s a fascinating animal. In the same way, the categories our children begin to form for other human beings are shaped the influence of the adults in their lives.
Who are the people we deem “ugly” or “less-than” or “unlovable” or “crazy?” And how are we passing on our own prejudices to the next generation?
Instead, what would it look like if we learned from our children–if we looked at all of God’s creatures with the same benefit of a doubt with which Emily looked at all of the animals at the zoo?