I learned something today. It was simple and I would have missed it if I wouldn't have stopped to observe my toddler at play. I have not just a mountain, but an entire mountain range of clean clothes taking over my bedroom at the moment. It's no secret how much I hate folding and putting away laundry (although, I really enjoy hanging my clothes to dry outside). I was kicking through the piles, searching for my capri pants, cursing the possible hours of folding time I needed to conquer the ever-growing mess, when I heard my son exclaiming, "Weeeeee!" in the cutest high-pitch toddler voice you've ever heard.
I stopped and watched him for a few minutes. He was sliding on his belly, head first, off of the pile of clothes I had stacked on the bed onto the pile of clothes I was kicking around on the floor. (To be fair, not just clothes, but a queen size quilt, several sheets and pillow cases and a mound of towels are included in this pile). He would then stand up, giggling and race around the chain of empty laundry baskets, climb back up on the bed and start again. Each time he started his slalom, he would squeal, "Weeeeeee!".
What did I learn in all of this? While I was cursing what I saw as a chore, a drudgery plaguing me every time I walked into that room, my son only saw an opportunity for play. He didn't see a chore. He saw stacks of soft stuff, a veritable playground in his own bedroom. This morning, I learned a little bit about seeing the world through the rose colored glasses of a toddler. Heck, if I was a little bit smaller and a whole lot less pregnant, I probably would have jumped in right behind him on his dry slip and slide.
I'm going to devote today to enjoying the small things through the eyes of my son. And I hope it's a lesson I never lose sight of.