There He sits, spoon of peas in hand, apparently pondering something. "What?" I wonder, "To eat or not to eat? Why are they green? Why are they round?" I have grown so used to questions that I try to anticipate every possible inquisition so that I can have what He will deem an acceptable answer when the time comes. Smiling, He looks up triumphantly, "They're havin' a wittle party!" Shocking. There was no question; there was only a simple statement before He shoved the spoon, minus a few peas that fell victim to the floor, into His mouth. I stood and stared for a moment before laughing, first to myself, then aloud. Moments such as this are some of the best. I must remember, as I stand at the sink scrubbing a pot or bustling around the house doing any number of random chores, that I have been ruined. The world has ravaged Me and withered My ability to recognize a pea-party taking place right before My eyes. However, children, My son in particular, has not yet been tainted by the world: He is able to not only see the party, but laugh at it, and then form a boat from an accompanying piece of cheese. This is joy in its purest form and while My first reaction is laughter, I know that deep down that laughter is masking envy because I know that the peas would have a much more eventful party if they were riding on that little boat of cheese.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Simplicity and Joy
There He sits, spoon of peas in hand, apparently pondering something. "What?" I wonder, "To eat or not to eat? Why are they green? Why are they round?" I have grown so used to questions that I try to anticipate every possible inquisition so that I can have what He will deem an acceptable answer when the time comes. Smiling, He looks up triumphantly, "They're havin' a wittle party!" Shocking. There was no question; there was only a simple statement before He shoved the spoon, minus a few peas that fell victim to the floor, into His mouth. I stood and stared for a moment before laughing, first to myself, then aloud. Moments such as this are some of the best. I must remember, as I stand at the sink scrubbing a pot or bustling around the house doing any number of random chores, that I have been ruined. The world has ravaged Me and withered My ability to recognize a pea-party taking place right before My eyes. However, children, My son in particular, has not yet been tainted by the world: He is able to not only see the party, but laugh at it, and then form a boat from an accompanying piece of cheese. This is joy in its purest form and while My first reaction is laughter, I know that deep down that laughter is masking envy because I know that the peas would have a much more eventful party if they were riding on that little boat of cheese.
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