"So beautiful... so what?"

I'm a wee but perturbed by someone telling me I was a sheep, as a compliment. And today I watched 2 documentaries about life and shit ('Life in a Day' and 'One Day on Earth') and while these are both cool "documentaries" with cool concepts and videos, I'm still cynical about the whole miracle of life thing. Some Ukrainian dude said something about how his perspective on life was so limited, it's like he saw everything through a keyhole until he witnessed the birth of a child (presumably his), and that first scream shattered the walls and doors and windows and all shatterable, shitterable and shatterproof shit. There is something to the way he described it, I suppose, but I'm uncomfortable with this idea of "this is what life is all about" ("my baby", "my country", "my ideals", "my research"). It's as if people don't recognize that life isn't about any one of those things, and it's very probably that the way you feel about these things will change over time (not that you'll stop loving your baby, but hopefully you will let it grow up and be an independent human being and your life will have a bit more to it than that thing that came out of you). I realize this sounds bitter, not unlike my other posts. And I'm not denying it, but rather I think I still have a point - why do we put so many things on a pedestal when we know they can't stay there? Innocence, naivete/stupidity, none of it will last. Sure, it's cute when a [cute] kid says things like "I'm going to study hard so I can grow up to be ____ " or "I'm afraid of all monsters and ghosts", but it's not profound in any way. Seriously, can someone explain the whole "out of mouths of babes" thing to me? Why are we so willing to idealize kids, but as soon as they get older, they're shit like everyone else? It reminds me of the whole "abortion is evil, save the children" to "I'd rather you and your impoverished baby rot in hell than have to pay more taxes" thing that happens to many "pro-life" people. I know this wasn't a cohesive posts. No hate mail, please.