You tell me:
– Being with children is tiring for us.
You are right.
– Because we have to talk down to them, lower ourselves to their concepts.
Stoop, condescend, shrink.
You are wrong.
This is not what is tiring for us. It is that we have to climb to their feelings.
Reach high, stretch ourselves, stand on our toes.
So as not to hurt.
Janusz Korczak When I am small again
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