About a week ago we went geocaching with my niece, nephew, sister and brother-in-law. We had never been before and had no idea how much fun it could be. It was a beautiful winter day, and our little Belle Island was packed with people and rain puddles (which was all my 2 year old nephew needed for fun).
As we walked the island looking for our treasures we laughed, we talked, we played tag (my 4 year old niece has just gotten really good at this and after a few rounds I was quickly reminded I had wanted to start exercising this year to get into better shape). I stopped a few times to Instagram some photos and immediately had 2 little volunteers anxious to help with the photographing. I handed over my phone and watched them take pictures.
When I got home that night I had a laugh with J. at the pictures P. & H. took. Most were of their own fingers over the lens or the ground and then a lot of our knee caps, bums, hips and thighs. As I reviewed the photos it started to sink in that this is the way they see the world. Their perspective is much different than mine, luckily I don't look at bums and thighs all day, but I also miss the tiny little details they do. I forget to find wonder in the small things. I forget how fun it is to collect rocks, jump in rain puddles, whisper so you don't wake imaginary bears, and to run up to someone you are with and give them hugs and kisses for no reason. I forget what all of these things mean in the course of a day. I forget the importance of being silly, of taking a moment to show love and to get muddy and not care.
Life from a 2 & 4 year olds perspective isn't really all bums, feet and thighs it is magical, joyful and new. I am so blessed to share this with them, to help cultivate it, but even more blessed to have them remind me that not everything has to be so serious and grown up all the time. A little bit of puddle jumping and tag really can make a big difference.