Thank you for joining me here today.
Today,
We'll take a gentle pause and see the world through a child's eyes.
A reminder of presence,
Of wonder in ordinary moments,
And of the quiet joy that surrounds us if we simply notice it.
How blessed am I,
As a mother,
To see the world once more through a child's eyes.
The magic that lives in the mundane.
The wonder revealed in the ordinary.
The joy found in the journey,
Instead of the destination.
As I sit watching my son on the beach,
Suddenly everything else melts away.
He is fully here,
And so am I.
There he sits,
Bucket in hand,
Scooping just the right amount of water and mixing it carefully with sand.
Then gently patting it down again and again.
Patient,
Focused,
And unhurried.
Finding that perfect consistency for his castle.
And then comes the flip,
The small pause,
The look of concentration.
The excitement of the transformation.
His wonderfully imperfectly perfect creation coming to life.
The squeal of delight as the perfect shell is found,
Glistening in the sunshine.
The kind of shell that feels as though it was made just for the top of a sandcastle.
He carefully places it,
Steps back,
And smiles at me,
Heart full of pride.
I smile back,
Just as big.
As I sit there watching,
I feel the sun in my face.
The gentle rhythm of the waves along the shore.
The scent of salty air.
And I find myself fully grounded in this moment.
This is the kind of joy we often lose as adults.
Seeing it arrive so purely and so effortlessly is a quiet invitation back to presence.
In a world that moves far too fast,
He slows me down.
And reminds me that simply being is why we are here.
How blessed am I to see the world through my child's eyes.
