Keeping the Wonder

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One of the most horrible things about growing up or growing older is the loss of the sense of wonder. One of the most wonderful things about being a parent is rediscovering that wonder through ones children.

There was a time when people saw the gods in every aspect of their lives. Scientific discovery is wonderful and each new discovery elicits new wonder. But what that which is wonderful losses its shine when it becomes common place.

I’ve flown so many times I no longer even think about it … unless, that is, I’m traveling with my children. Flying with them I recall my first time on an airplane at the age of six. It was a wonderful, magical experience. Watching my children finally figure out theIr balance and how to ride a bicycle I’m transported back to the day when all of that clicked for me and the sense of freedom and exhilaration it engendered.
Recently I was challenged to pause and allow the wonder of life and the universe to impress itself upon me. My children are the catalyst and conduit for that regaining wonder. Each day I walk my children to school. They have a unique way of sing things. An ordinary branch becomes a set of antlers when picked up by my soon and held atop his head. My daughter points out how deep blue the sky is directly above us and how it gradually fades to a light blue (and then a brownish smudge) on the horizon. I sit with my infant son in my arms at four in the morning and watch him breathing, marveling at this little life and laughing at the contortions of his facial expressions.

Wonder and miracle is all around us. Stop and take a moment to see it, to appreciate it, and to marvel.

2 thoughts on “Keeping the Wonder

  1. I completely agree. It’s one of the things I love about walking my little ones to and from school daily. Walking with them I get to see the world through their eyes. Walking by myself I have a moment to soak in silence. It’s tailor made time for contemplation and basking in wonder.

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