a LITTLE perspetive
My life has finally settled down so that I can get back to writing. Between my daughter’s health emergency, my health issues upon my return from Boston, and my laptop being cracked by security at the airport, I have been unable to write at all.
I know many of you follow me on Facebook so you are probably amply aware of all that has been going on.
I took some photos of my grandchildren to share with you all so I thought I would do that today.My time with them always allows me to see the world from a litlte perspective. So many things that I think are important and take precedence, suddenly don’t when I am in their presence.
Alyssa is this beautiful, funny, highly intelligence child that never misses a thing. And yet she is ultra sensitive and compassionate. I am continually amazed at her ability to learn. I bought her puzzles far beyond her age, and within hours she had mastered them. Her mind moves blazingly fast, soaking up any new information that intrigues her.
She brings out the child, the wild, passionate and free part of me that as an adult I often keep a tight lid on! (probably to the chagrin of my daughter! ha ha) We spend so much time laughing, playing, being silly and just having fun, girl time. I recently learned that every time my daughter now takes her to Friendly’s (a local restaurant) she quickly reminds my daughter that she and Grammy D go there together.
Micah, on the other hand, is this quiet, very laid back soul who is unassuming and un-demanding. Until … that is … he wants something and then he can make more noise than a train station!!
He has the most delightful face. I just want to kiss him all the time! And there is this deep, quiet, gentleness that emanates from his soul that profoundly impacts me whenever I spend time with him.
Although 4 years old and one-and-a-half respectively (sp), my grandchildren often pull me out of the busyness and challenges of life, moving me towards a place that is free of constant distractions. They often teach me to live in the moment and not worry about what may happen in the next hour or two.
They teach me how to be open to unconditional love; not only in giving it, but in receiving it. In addition, they embrace me the way I am with no desire to change me, mold me, or shape me into someone else.
My loud laugh and silliness are a delight in their eyes, not an annoyance.
There is something profoundly pure and real about my grandchildren. They are who they are warts and all and they have no problem moving through the world as they are.
In addition, their little perspective of the world is filled with delight, wonder, amusement, excitement, cautiousness, and amazement.
It is that little perspective that I long to capture and import into my own perspective. I’ve discovered, in the end, aging isn’t about getting older but about re-learning to see the world through a little perspective.