As we continue on this learning journey together, I'm compelled to notice the amazingness that is my children. Was it there all along? I think so - I just don't know if it was buried by all the tensions they faced in getting through a day, or if it is that we are together more and live at a slower pace that I can take the time to notice it.
Today, my children found a mouse in our garage. I was disgusted, and simply wanted to let my husband deal with it - I deal with creepy-crawlies of the eight-legged variety in our house and he deals with all the others.
That was not to be however. My children insisted this little visitor have a proper burial. A grave was dug, the tiny body was covered, crosses were made, inscriptions were written, and they were placed in just the right place. A quiet moment of silence, followed by a wish that the little creature find its way to heaven and be happy there.
Yes, they have as much to teach me as I have to teach them. Today, they reminded me that all things, both big and small, deserve respect.