I observed a 3 year old girl yesterday, being 3. At the beach with her grandparents. It was time to leave and her older sister noticed the beach showers. She watched quietly as her sister lifted her feet up to wash off the sand. She sqealed, “I want to do that”! The joy in her face and body brought tears to my eyes. Her grandparents waited patiently as she lifted her tiny feet over and over to be splashed by the water, giggling with pure pleasure every time like it was the first.
They never rushed her. They waited for her to have this simple fun. Since I was alone, not hurrying, not on a schedule, not caring what anyone else thought and so present in the moment- because I chose to sit down on a bench at the pavilion and breathe, I was able to fully take in this seemingly mundane 3 minutes of aliveness. Through the eyes of this child.