I get so busy that I forget how amazing the world can be. All it takes is one walk from the gym to the car with Robbie for me to remember that there’s magic all around us; I just have to slow down to see it.
Robbie burst out of the gym doors and ran down the sidewalk, muttering, “Running! Running! Running!” He loves it! Remember when running was fun and not something you did for an hour on the treadmill trying to undo the piece of chocolate you had at 2:00 in the afternoon? I didn’t – at least not until my kid thought it was hilarious. And, boy, does he. He laughs like a maniac, loving how his voice vibrates as his feet hit the pavement. He could run for hours.
Or, until he spies flowers. Robbie stopped, mid-run, and yelled, “Flowers!” And then he was off, running into the field next to the gym, hopping from one patch of dandelions to another. He finally found the perfect one, crouched down, and carefully picked it. Robbie recently learned about the magic of dandelions, and, as soon as the flower was in his grubby little hands, he started blowing. And blowing. And blowing. The poor little boy didn’t realize that the dandelion wasn’t “ready” yet. Undaunted, he continued blowing the dandelion the rest of the way to the car.
You know what? I thought about carrying Robbie to the car today, rushing to get home. But then I wondered why I was in such a hurry and let him have a little fun. I’m so glad I took the extra five minutes. It was worth getting to remember the magic of being almost two.