Another rainy day. Something I can always appreciate. I think a lot of Portlanders can. But now I am a mother. That title alone always makes one look inward. I can't help but wonder if she will grow up and appreciate the small things in life too. The smell of fresh rain in the morning, dew kissed spider webs, the sweet scent of fresh cut flowers. Is that something that we can teach or is it ingrained? I read something recently that said children nowadays can identify 150 different logos and can't name 10 plants. I couldn't believe it, I can't believe it. In Oregon it think it is a requirement. It would take more than ten to name major Oregon exports. Ok, getting off topic. All I know is that is certainly something to strive for. It will help having beautiful yards at grandmas and grandpas house to walk around and explore. Explore the fun things in nature like wooley worms and potato bugs. May I teach her the art of imagination and find beautiful shapes out of clouds, how to make a tune with a blade of grass. I have a so many wonderful things I want to show her. I hope that we will make some amazing childhoods memories for her.
3 comments:
Nicely written. I think this is a side of you I haven't seen enough of. I am anxious to see how your thirty days turns out. Best of luck!
Todd
Very nice thoughts. She is very lucky to have such an insightful mommy.
Um, and daddy!
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