Children live in a world of small wonders that adults have learned to overlook: the shape of a cloud, the way a puddle reflects the sky, the mysterious behaviour of ants. When a parent enters the child's world—not to instruct but to be genuinely curious—something magical happens. The child feels seen, and the parent rediscovers wonder. Confucius' deep sigh for Zeng Xi's vision suggests that the sage himself yearned for this kind of presence. Perhaps the most Confucian thing a parent can do is occasionally set aside all agendas and simply be present in the child's world, on the child's terms.