We walk hand in hand, with the dog alongside us. The evening is bright, warm, and perfect. It’s still winter, but the past few days have been so glorious, it’s sad to waste them with the chores of the house. As we walk, my daughter with messy hair, homemade t-shirt, and dirt under her nails, stops and picks up rocks in different shapes and sizes. In my tiredness, I get a bit impatient with this task. Oh, these will come in my house. She will hide them in her already too messy room. Somehow, these rocks will become a hastle…
“Honey, you need to stop picking up rocks. Save it for the special ones, those that are unique and catch your eye in a different way,” I offer her my advice in the hopes to quicken her pace and keep these things out of my house.
She looks down at her new collection, slowly moving them around her in her hand. She studies them, then stops, bends down and picks up a new ordinary, nothing special rock.
“Look, Mom, this one has crystals. Did you see the pretty color of this one?” She says holding up her treasures one by one. As she shows me her new collection, she tells me why she picked up each one. She uses words like streak, luster, and cleavage. Every rock had a special quality to it. A reason for her to stop, bend down, and pick it up.
“Aren’t they special?” She asks after she explains each one.
“I love how you find the specialness out of the ordinary objects that most of us ignore. I love your knowledge and interest in them. I love you,” I tell her.
Our evening walks are not about the rush and the hurry. They are not about a to do list. They are about this time in nature. Our time to pause and find the special qualities that others are too busy to see.
Once again, my child teaches me a lesson about living a quality life.
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