I think we tragically lose our fascination with simplicity as we get older. Caught up in the rush of an ever-changing world, our attention spans stay relatively short while the list of criteria for our admiration grows longer and longer. Then there are children.
Today, I was clipping my toenails (you’re welcome).
As I did so, my four month old baby boy was on his belly playing with some cloud thing that lights up when you smack it. I began to clip and suddenly, that little cloud took a backseat to what was clearly the most delightfully wild thing Aidan has seen to date. It was precious.
With every clipping sound, Aidan would get wide-eyed, squeal with delight, and flail about. He would then get still and watch, captivated as I moved to the next toe. I’d clip the nail, and the process would begin again.
Now, obviously, my point here isn’t that you should stare at people and giggle as they clip their toenails.
Weirdo. Unless you’re into that. Do you.
Anyway, my point is that we are so caught up in the rat race of life that we miss a lot of great things.
We miss the intricate cloud formations drifting across a blue sky.
We miss the nonverbal cues of loved ones we are barely listening to as we try to process our own day while eating dinner.
We miss the chill in an October wind that blows scattered leaves in swirls along the ground.
We miss the joyful feeling of laughter in our friends, family, and even ourselves.
I’m sure you can think back to a ton of situations today that you just “floated” through. It’s so easy to get caught up in trying to do or be things that we forget to just “be.” I think it’s time we take a lesson from our little ones and find a way to see the miracles in life again.
Peace be with you!