There is something fascinating about a child's eyes. Something inspirational and uplifting. When I look at this image I am reminded of how, as children, we are not yet fully bred to view society with a narrow perspective. As children we were once full of questions and thoughts. At some point along our path to adulthood many of us often lose sight of how captivating the "small stuff" can be. Sit back and watch a child. Watch their eyes. Watch how they stare ahead trying to figure out how a hummingbirds' wings flap so quickly. Or, watch how their eyes dance back and forth trying to track each movement of the prima ballerina's gracious pas de chat across the stage. Observe how they are compelled by their surroundings. This is how we, as adults, need to perceive what comes across our paths. We need to question, reflect, and admire. It's not what you look at, it's what you see.
Yesterday as I watched Emmalynn laugh hysterically because Anna rolled summersaults around her and remembered Gracie carefully planting her flower seeds this past summer, I was reminded to look at the world with a new perspective. A simple summersault? A silly flower seed? Can it really be that riveting? It can if you see it the right way. One of my hopes is that my children never lose this sense of sight, of wonder, of attraction to living within the little things. Now, if they could only see themselves through my eyes. Their sights would be set even higher!
