What is it about little kids that changes us?  They seem to come into life with such a sweetness and innocence that can't be described.  They bring a light with them, adventure, simplicity, and an ability to love without reservation.  They do the silliest things and find delight in random and plain things.  They aren't yet tainted by pain, revenge, time and schedules, lost opportunities, regret, forgotten dreams and the evils in the world.  To them the world is a gigantic jungle gym of games and amazing options.  They are full of ideas about how it could be and hopes and dreams to be fulfilled.  They can be repetitive to the point of insanity, loud and occasionally obnoxious, rude and incessantly inquiring. Nonetheless, we generally put up with all their quirks understanding that they have no idea how annoyed we become and that they aren't purposely pushing our buttons.  Sometimes they ask big questions or make such important comments and then you suddenly realize the wisdom of a child.  

Sometimes on the streets, in the stores, in the busiest places you might see the old and hardened faces of those who've been pushed to the end of their ropes, but then a little one might pass them by, or stop to say something that brightens their eyes and softens the face, and brings a smile.  I think God needed to send the world the miracle of children to brighten our lives and remind us of the simple and optimistic side of life.  He wants to give us untainted eyes to glance through from time to time, and a chance to refresh our hopes and dreams.  What better way to ease the burdens of the world but to give us little burdens that help lighten the load?