It’s one of the most universal experiences of motherhood, the joy of seeing life’s wonders through a child’s eyes. It’s been written about so many times, in so many ways, by so many people.
And yet, I have to write it again, because never do I want to forget this morning.
Corrie and I were in the deli section of the grocery store, when she happened to notice the rotisserie chicken oven, slowly spinning and laden with meat.
"WOOK!" she yelled, pointing. "A chicken!"
And then? As the rotisserie continued to spin…
"Wook! Hee comes chicken again!"
And then? Three seconds later…
"Hee comes chicken again!"
This continued for quite some time, as she laughed and clapped and the people around us smiled, and I realized it’s been a very long time since I had ever received such joy from poultry.
So I write this, and I turn it over and over in my heart, the heartwarming life lesson taught to me–daily–by a blonde-haired, brown-eyed bundle of exuberance about the wonder in the simplest things around me.
So I won’t forget.