Remember this post way back when? Probably not, because no one read my blog way back when (but since then I've gained you 5 readers - woo-hoo!!)
It was about noticing. About how most times we don't even notice that we're not noticing. Back then, I was making an attempt to be more observant, more appreciative of all of the beauty that surrounds me. I'm still working at it; it's something that I have to make a conscious effort to do most times. But you know who helps me? Emma.
Emma notices clouds, the sun, the moon, the water, she sees beauty in all of it and the best part of it is, she points it out to all of us. Monday, as we were on the way to school, (it was a very gloomy, rainy day), she said:
'Mom, look at all those black clouds. That's not good'.
Me: 'No. I think it's going to be a rainy day'.
Em: 'But if you look real close, you can see the pretty white clouds underneath over there'.
Me (struggling hard to see without crashing the car): 'I can't see them'.
Em: 'Yeah, you see, they're trying to push the ugly clouds out of the way so they can get through'.
I just grin.
She looks at me and says 'What, Mom?'. I say 'I just like the way you put things sometimes'.She shrugs her shoulders and says 'Well . . . it just makes them seem more alive'.
(and then there was John M. yesterday, while trying to watch his Dora DVD in the car. The sun had the nerve to come out and shine in his eyes. He asked me in a really whiney tone, 'Mom, can you turn the sun OFF?!' There's a lot I can do, but there's one thing I can't. Sorry-o).
(PS. John has started POOPING in the potty! I can't remember the last time I was this excited.)