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A friend sent me the link to an article The New Yorker magazine was promoting on social media. The headline reads: “Why are babies so stupid when people are so smart?” It says: As a species, humans are incredibly smart. They made great art, amazing technology. But their babies were some of the dumbest – or rather the most helpless – there are.
It is true: a housefly buzzes immediately after hatching and mates after just three days. A baby giraffe can stand shortly after birth. Baby monkeys cling to their mothers. Human babies, on the other hand, lie around and cannot even hold their heads on their own. But is that why they are stupid?
I became the grandpa of a little girl myself almost a year ago and I cannot confirm that. My inner Berliner is even really upset, as always: “What? Babies are stupid? So what stupid! I think babies are one of the smartest creatures there is in the world. They are a lot smarter than the big people. They scream, chuckle, peek with their Kulleroog and are so thick and cuddly. And with that, you really care for something: to survive.
What are the kids doing? They are destroying the earth on which it lives. From wejen art, technology, cars and rockets. You can step in a bin. The most important ones have forgotten: what they have to do to survive. “
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“Do you know babies with a mortgage and a full-time job?” Asks a reader of the article and adds, “I would say they are much smarter than adults.”
Let’s just take an afternoon. The baby is visiting us. It sits on the floor and stretches its arm up: “There, there, there, there!” I pick it up, it reaches for a fabric figure on the shelf and sucks it until it’s really wet. I put the baby down. “There, there, there there!” – the small rubber ball is targeted, the figure flies away. The baby crawls over, picks up the ball, and drops it. He hops across the room, lands under the table. “Where is the ball? Well, where is the ball? ”I ask. “Get him!” No reaction.
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I crawl under the table on all fours and bump my head. Ouch! The baby discovered the little book with the animals. I crawl back quickly and look at the pictures with him. “Look. That’s a bear. Hum-hum! ”The baby pats on it, howls and throws its arms up and down – its sign of joy. It wants to climb on my lap. I take it and rock it back and forth with it. Then we play “Hoppe, Reiter”.
And at the end? I, the tall, grown man, spent the afternoon crawling on the floor, and the baby’s desires and interests were all that mattered. Now someone wonders who was the smartest in the end.
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