Kids wonder all the time. To see and hear the output of their wondering is magical stuff.
I often find that I take a lot of things for granted: seen that before, done that too, nothing new. However, In California, rain is very rare; it’s highly anticipated in our home and the kids and I enjoy listening to the rain sounds coming down the gutter. Recently on the drive home on a rainy day, we saw a bright, distinct rainbow in the sky. Kids have seen it before but their level of excitement was off the charts. It was a precious mom moment that made my heart flutter a bit.
Ellis was oohing and ahhhing in her car seat; Elliot was clapping but his eyes welled up with tears. Confused, I asked him if something was wrong: Was it something i said?; Did he fight with his sister?; Was he feeling sick? Later at home he whispered in my ear that he cried because the rainbow was so beautiful. His comment surprised me because I was in disbelief that a young child could be moved to tears. I underestimated.
His reaction reminded me of William Wordsworth’s poem:
My Heart Leaps Up (1807)
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
I’m sad to admit that my sense of wonder has waned over the years. However, raising young kids, who are curious about everything and unafraid to experiment, teaches me to wonder about wonder, see things anew, find joy in small pleasures (like seeing popcorn pop in the microwave), and to enjoy life as it is.
Life is much too short to overlook the beauty of nature around me, so I’m trying to slow down and become that person whose heart leaps for joy at seeing a rainbow in the sky.