Has this park grown larger or does it only seem like that? I’ve known this park all my life, because I came here already as a baby. My mother recently told me that I laid in the pram and my sister and the cat were sitting on it. In the park my mother draped a sheet on the lawn and put all of us on it. The cat went for a walk around the rhododendrons, but always came back in time for the ride back home with us.
For years I was everywhere except in Den Haag. But when my daughter was almost 3 years old we came to live here. Close to where I was born and raised, in the part of the city my mother still calls ‘the village’.
I very much wanted my child to, just like me, grow up in walking distance from beach, sea and family. Above that, there’s a Waldorf School just around the corner. Meanwhile the child left school long ago and also since years she doesn’t live in this house. And in the meantime I became a kind of grandmother.
Well, that is to say, my sister is the real grandmother. But her son is also a little bit my first child and now my nephew is 30 years old and became a father last year himself. And now I sometimes have the honour to look after his son. He is an adorable cute laddie.
Walking with a pram is really different. Little ones in prams seem to be enchanted by leaves and trees, so I choose treefull routes and walk more often in the nearby parks. The perspective is different when you lay on your back and watch the sky and the moving leaves. My little nephew can’t believe his eyes about the miracle, gets in a trance and dozes of asleep.
Sometimes I stop and peek up to see what he sees. Back in the days, by his father, who also was an observant lad, I’ve been starting to notice the beauty of the facades in the old citycentre. I was walking there every day, but never looked up. But from his pram he saw all kind of things and pointed it out at me. And when my daughter was that age I also sat or laid down next to her to watch the world from her height.
Has this park really grown larger?
When the little nephew is with me, I have all the time for him. I’ve experienced it more than once to know that children grow fast. It’s a cliche, but time flies. So I just sit watching him and enjoy every minute.
And I’m also watching myself and my environment again in a different way. I’m sitting next to him and watch from his perspective. How would it be when you’re only 10 months on this planet? And when you put your first raisins into your mouth by yourself? Or taste your first mandarin? Replacing myself into someone else’s perspective expands my vision, literally and figuratively.
Also I take all the time for the walks, especially when he lays asleep comfortable. So I’m walking again in the park, where I was driven around as a baby myself. And where on a beautiful day for no reason I take a road and find a new piece of park. And now this park seems to be larger than I’ve known all my life. Often places of back in the days look like smaller, but this park is really bigger than I thought it was.
Do you also often take the same route when you go for shopping, to your work, to a friend or to the station? Why not for once trying another road? There are so many unwalked paths in a park. And there are many unseen paths, perspectives and possibilities in your life and in your brain.
In the past few months it has been shown to us clearly how one-sided news, at which people with a different opinion or another solution were banned, creates a narrowing of the thinking. And by bombarding us more than once every day with the same kind of news, a narrowed vision arises. Fear promotes that narrowing.
There are no facts, only interpretations.