I’m always thinking about my children. I’m a mother, and we do that. But lately, I’ve been thinking of them differently in the light of the positivity I’m embracing. My children are toddlers; they’re 3 and 1, and they have this unwavering ability to see the bright side of everything. Julia is amazed by every second. They light up at the joy and the beauty around them. The simplest things becomes astounding inside Max’s tiny fingers. Every moment is a new chance to learn. Every person is a friend.
Children are masters of positivity, aren’t they? Their innocence makes them so able to embrace the goodness around them. They aren’t jaded or discouraged. I am pretty far removed from the naivety, but really, questioning why Julia and Max are so positive, isn’t nearly as important as my learning from them (again). But I have so much to learn, and so many opportunities to do so.
So every day I go to the school of my children. In the yard, a blue jay feather becomes treasure. Driving in the car, going up and over the bridges is a chance to know what it feels like to fly. At the dinner table, every bite is a taste of something new. You don’t have to color inside the lines to make art worth hanging up. My couch’s pillows can be a pirate ship. Learning to ride a tricycle the length of the driveway is an accomplishment to be celebrated. Celebrations should involve jumping, smiling, laughing, running, and hugging. Every goodnight kiss is sweeter than the last. Kids don’t see life as a chore like I sometimes do. I slide into this mindset when I’m not paying attention. But my children see life as a real joy. And that’s a skill in positivity I want to learn.