Last night, we had Chinese food for dinner. This of course ended with fortune cookies. The adults all ate their slightly stale cookies, read their fortunes, and laughed them off. Bean, however, took her fortune to heart. This is now her greatest treasure. It goes with her everywhere, and she insists that it's important.
I wonder at what age we lose the wonder of small things like this? I remember as a child having a metal cash box that I considered my "treasure box." In it were things that were dear to my little heart. A note from a special boy that I met one summer at the lake... the wing from some large insect... a stone in the shape of a heart... my favorite sticker. Anyone else would label these things as junk. But they were more important to me than silly old money.
So I wonder when our priorities shift. Now, with a mortgage and four mouths to feed, BigGuy and I place much more value in cold hard cash. As we try to maintain some order in the house, we throw out bags and bags of garbage. When dandelions rear their ugly little yellow heads, the last thing on my mind is the fun white wishmakers they'll be in a few weeks.
I need my daughters to teach me to find the wonder in life again.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
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