One of the reward of being a parent is the chance to be young again. I go down to the level of a baby, toddler, child, teenager and try to see things from their level.
Take for example, a simple weed like the mimosa. Probably, we have forgotten it’s existence. We step on them and if we are barefooted, we will curse and curse because the plant has sharp thorns. Otherwise, we just continue to go on living, losing touch with the mundane but nevertheless, interesting stuffs.
When you are a parent to an inquisitive toddler, you feel like the smartest person on earth. Show the little toddler how the leaves can close at your touch. And he will go oohing and aaahhhing. Giggling when the leaves closed up and squatting there anticipating for it to open again.
Later on, when that toddler is bigger and has gone to school, they probably see nature as it is intended to be. Beautiful and having a life of its own. Science lessons became interesting. What is dreary in the textbooks and workbooks will become alive.
My KKC or camera is probably one of the nicest reward I got for myself. It’s wonderful super-macro settings had brought out many hidden beauty of a lot of things. A mimosa turned into a huge ball of pink furs.
Though I may never be a great photographer, I know that I have an edge over many others. I have a soon-to-be (28th Feb) 2 years old toddler to nudge me to the things to snap. Recently, he has developed this commanding nature. If he sees something interesting, he will use both his hands to twist my face to that direction and babbles ‘heep, heep, heep’ (taking photo in Hokkien). It melted my heart whenever he does that because he has caught on fast. He spots things worth capturting. How many people has these moments? I am so lucky and I thank God for my Matthew (meaning Gift of the Lord).
Jesus said, “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 18:3)
Have you stopped to touch the mimosa today? (We don’t have roses in our hot climate so cannot stop to smell the roses mah.)