Next thing I know, she comes barreling at me, pushing me down.
Her giggle is infectious.
Over and over, she pushes, and I pull myself back up.
Then, she is next to me, our elbows touching, backs on the carpet.
Sit-ups have never been as fun.
"One... Two..." She says as she struggles to get up, giggling as she goes.
The twinkle in her eye reminds me of her Mama, as does that deep belly laugh.
There's just something about a baby bordering on the brink of childhood.
Not quite two, chubby leg rolls and soft belly and silky hair a little wild because Caleb has tousled it.
She likes to run "fassss" and "spash!!!"... but right now she's content to play a new game with her aunt.
And as I am on that floor looking up at the ceiling, I think of how difficult it is for us to just appreciate the moment.
Too often as adults we're too busy to pause and take it all in.
And now, thinking back on those few minutes in the floor today, playing a made up game that had no name and no characters and no imagination except seeing me fall down, I'm reminded of how Jesus welcomed the little children.
Their innocence, certainly, and their joy...
but also their ability to see the wonder in the very small, minute things.
Just like my Melody Belle.
If only we could pause a few minutes each day to pull the curtain back and roll up our sleeves and play... uninhibited.
I think maybe a whole lot more of our problems would be solved.
Linking up with five minute Fridays where we write for five minutes, unedited, on one word. Today's word: play
oh indeed, they would, wouldn't they? We need to play more with each other eh?
ReplyDeleteLauren, you brought back a memory! When I was younger I had a large and hulking Pit Bull named Kareem, and when I would do situps he would stalk me...and then lunge, grab my entire head in his jaws, very gently, and then run off with a canine giggle.
ReplyDeleteI had shoulder-length hair at the time, and once he misjudged...his teeth closed around a hank of hair, and while it hurt when he panicked and pulled it out, his expression, as he backpedalled, trying to spit out the hair with a desperate expression on his doggy face, was priceless.
#2 at FMF this week.
https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2017/07/your-dying-spouse-333-from-humiliation.html
"If only we could pause a few minutes each day to pull the curtain back and roll up our sleeves and play... uninhibited." Yes! I want this too. Linked up next to you at #6.
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ReplyDelete"If only we could pause a few minutes each day to pull the curtain back and roll up our sleeves and play... uninhibited.I think maybe a whole lot more of our problems would be solved.
ReplyDeleteIndeed! Little kids just do it so naturally, don't they? I'm going to meditate on that this week... Coming to Jesus like a little child...
- Ruth (FMF #71.)