Learning to Look

(Thanks Brooke, for your post, which made me think about this.) :)

When Rachel and I are walking or playing outside, every so often she'll point her cute little finger up towards the sky and make a "Hey Mom, look!" sound. At first I think she's pointing at nothing, but then I look up (to indulge her) and I'm surprised to see a plane in the sky. Usually it's a very small-looking plane way up there. Something I would never notice. But she sees those planes. She ALWAYS sees them, because she's always looking and taking in everything in her world.

I usually see things like dirty laundry, dishes, messes, and to-do lists.

Rachel sees the blue sky, a little leaf, a tiny metal washer. She walks, falls, and gets back up. She laughs (and cries) with every part of her body. She gives hugs and forgiveness freely without reserve.

This little girl of mine can't talk. She can barely walk. There's so much she doesn't yet know about the world that I'm trying to teach her.

But in so many ways, she knows so much more than me, and I'm learning to look when she points it out.