Aren’t babies fun to watch?
My granddaughter, Kyla, is eight months old. Every week I ask her mother, Katie, what exciting new trick did Kyla learn this week? Today Katie called to tell me Kyla pulled herself up to stand. (Wasn’t she just a newborn yesterday? I will turn around and tomorrow she will be driving a car or getting married!)
Watching babies teach us in unexpected ways.
Everyday is a new adventure for Kyla – new places to crawl and explore, learning how to pick up Cheerios and discovering their awesome texture and taste, squealing in different pitches and volumes – life is full of wonder and curiosity.Lord, when did I lose the wonder and curiosity of a child?
How did this “I can do it all” attitude take over my brain?
When did sarcasm, doubt, fear and anger invade my every cell squeezing out trust, faith and the ability to marvel at the ordinary?
Lord I ask you for the eyes of a child:
To giggle at silly noises and pay attention to the whispers beneath the clamor
To peer deeply into the eyes of someone who cares
To squeal with delight with daily discoveries
To see the ordinary from a different point of view
To crawl on the floor exploring whatever is right in front of me
To learn something new each week and savor that moment
To feel the thrill of the quest in spying a desired object across the room and concentrating to use my entire body to reach it.
To smack my lips with new tastes and celebrate the miracle of each moment.
Lord pour into my heart refreshing waters of curiosity from your well of life, hope, and delight.
Touch my eyes to your marvels and heal my grown up blindness.
Connect me once again with your divine curiosity and sacred surprises.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do… Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
Mark Twain
Jeanie, she is all eyes! Cutie, cutie. The words “squeal” with delight about things things, struck a chord with me. But I must admit, I don’t want to crawl on the floor….smile….bad knees….
luv ya, stay warm!
Isn’t she just a doll??And your response to her actions are precious. {I have our 13 yr. old granddaughter here now and she too is precious and brings new life to our life. God’s world does take a different perspective when we see it through the eyes of our gandchildren no matter the age. Thanks Jeanie for this post. Love to you Clella
They ARE special moments we all too soon forget. I know I feel bad mentioning my time with Kyla when you are don’t have that all the time. But isn’t it fun to share these moments too?
Jeanie, she is so cute. You’re so lucky to have Kyla nearby. (Sniff, sniff — I miss Kaydi-Paris.)
One thing I very much appreciated about Nathaniel being a toddler when I was in my early thirties is that I got to see the world anew through his eyes. Loved those moments.