These two littles guys. I’m so glad I have them in my life because they bring me so much joy. Can you guess what they are on the look out for in this picture?
I’ll give you a hint. It is not the mail. If it was me, it would be the mail. I’m always on the look out for the mail. It’s like a bit of happiness in a box. Unless it’s bills or junk mail. That’s significantly less happiness. But letters from friends, magazines, and packages all put a smile on my face.
But that’s not what they’re looking for.
No, they’re looking for their daddy mowing the lawn. Because they love their daddy and they love watching him (and helping him sometimes) with the yard work. It’s just about the coolest thing ever to their little selves.
I kind of miss those days. The days when everything was much simpler and the simpler things could make you happy. Of course, all emotions are big in childhood – the good and the bad – but maybe that’s why we read. Because books are simple things. I mean, complex simple things, but still, it’s just paper with some ink on it, bound together with glue. But a story makes you feel big emotions. Giddy and sad, amused and angry. And it’s amazing when you think about all that can come from a story. Indeed, even before there were books, there were stories.
Anyways, this is just rambling. I hope they grow up and still always feel that there are simple things to be excited about. That those opportunities for excitement are all around us if we look. That terrible, terrible things happen in the world, but you can’t focus on those things. You just can’t. Like, you can help people in and after the terrible things, but you can’t let them consume you. You have to look for the joy and beauty and love in life.
Because it’s there. I know it’s there. But it’s easy to put on your blinders and only see the terrible things. I don’t want to only see the terrible things. “Look for the helpers,” Mister Rogers said. Well, he was on to something. Look for the helpers. But also look for the joy, the beauty, and the love. They still exist. They do.
What simple things do you hold onto in life?