While the rest of the house is in a crazed state of madness, getting ready to be out the door by 8.30am for school drop off. LO my gentle, quiet, content little boy loves to simply watch the morning sun reflect the palm leaves onto our bedroom wall. Oh how I wish I could stop time and watch the glistening patterns change places and shapes too.
I do find joy and contentment in seeing him so mesmerized and in a simple state of peace. I should need to learn again about just being in the moment. It comes so easily to babies and children. Why and how do we loose this ability as we age?