Our tree is up. We let the kids decorate and all the best ornaments are on the bottom third of the tree. I think I’ll leave them there.
We have these cute little Mickey and Minnie ornaments that if you pull their tail, their hands and feet move like a jumping jack. It’s a simple little toy that doesn’t compare in coolness with any other toy my kids have.
But when I let Asa play with them, he was entranced. He pulled the little tail over and over again. He watched the hands jump. His eyes were wide with wonder.
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Yesterday Lydia came home with a sparkly purple, pink and green bracelet. “Look what I got from the treasure box, Mommy!” she said as soon as she got in the car. She was joyful.
The second her Daddy got home she rushed to show him her bracelet, “Daddy! It was golden ticket day in Art. Look what I got!”
She was excited. Thankful. Satisfied.
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I want to bottle that innocence. That naivete. I want my children to be impressed with small things forever. I want them to enjoy the little things for longer than they should. I want them to love what they love and not care what others say.
I want Lydia to always have “golden ticket day” and be excited in small pleasures. I want Asa to see small machines and rejoice in their simplicity.
I want to find those small things and be satisfied, too.
What small thing are you rejoicing in today?
