Children have a marvelous way of celebrating who they are. I remember watching my children with awe. It didn’t matter if they were playing a game with others, eating lunch, talking about their day or even watching a movie, they showed joy in everything they do. And then there’s birthdays… On that day, a child goes from joy to pure ecstasy.
A friend of mine recently shared a story about her granddaughters 7th birthday. Mary Elizabeth turned 7. Waking, this precious child jumped out of bed, hopped all over her bedroom proclaiming “Oh how wonderful. I’m seven. I’m seven. All my life I’ve wondered what it would be like to be 7. And now I know.”
She looked down at her body and held up her hands.
“Look I’ve even grown. It’s a miracle. I’m seven!”
Don’t you just love visualizing that child? What a miracle - seven.”
This story made me realize that many days I do NOT jump out of bed with joy. Instead, I stumble to the bathroom, peer at a face that seems to be getting older and wonder why the coffeemaker is taking SOOO long.
I realize that we risk possible burn out and unhappiness if we approach each day a day like a grownup!
And it made me wonder; what if Mary Elizabeth has it right? Why can’t I treat today like a miracle? Better yet, why can’t I treat every day like a miracle? No matter my age. No matter my worries.
Thank you, Elizabeth for this teaching me this valuable lesson. I have the ability to choose how I see my day. Today, and for every today to come… What a miracle.