But when the chief priests and the teachers of the law saw the wonderful things he did and the children shouting in the temple courts, “Hosanna to the Son of David,” they were indignant. “Do you hear what these children are saying?” they asked him. “Yes,” replied Jesus, “have you never read, “ ‘From the lips of children and infants you, Lord, have called forth your praise’?”
One thing I was so excited for about having kids in the house was having the excuse to be a kid again. Children and dogs seem to share the wonderful trait of always finding joy in everything. Kids have such a sense of wonder and curiosity over the simplest things, everything to them is new and exciting, ready to be explored. Their little minds exploding in curiosity and everyday discoveries. They help you learn to love things you once despised and to make things that had become dim now bursting in new life.
The busy road outside our house, that I can sometimes so despise, is a favorite of Dannys. He loves watching all the traffic go by. We spend several evenings when he is tired just watching cars and I find myself at times wanting a car to come because the road has been quiet for so long. Never would I have thought I would be wanting another a car to come down that road.
You dont have to teach a baby to want to learn, discover, or imagine. Somewhere along the way we all allow the humdrum of life to overtake us, stilling our dreams, guffawing at our curiosities, and blending us all in like one another. We learn to complain about the dumbest things and quickly our kids pick it up too.
Sometimes I welcome the rainy days. I love the pitter-patter sound the rain makes, but grey rainy days normally arent my thing and Im sick of them about this time of the year. Storms are different but that cold drizzle that most Ohioans seem to prefer to snow for whatever dumb reason just irks me. Like everything else, little Danny loves it.
He quietly watches the rain patter against the car window and streak past. He loves to look out the window at it is splattering in the garden and grab at the droplets on the window as they slip and slide down. It reminds me of the A.A. Milne poem that my mom and grandma used to say to me as a kid.
Waiting at the Window
These are my two drops of rain
Waiting on the window-pane.
I am waiting here to see
Which the winning one will be.
Both of them have different names.
One is John and one is James.
Ive always been the type that when a friend tells me theyve grown up, we tend to fall apart. Growing up means you sit around mulling over life with your friends and a glass of wine, and its just not me, at least not for another 20 years hopefully. Im the one that wants to still play tag with the kids on the playground and have stupid crazy dance parties. When we go for a drive I still notice the good trees to climb and the good sledding hills. Just the other day I was scouting out a good place for a swing and was contemplating adding climbing planks on the tree branches so little Danny can one day get to bigger heights, and hes not even crawling yet. Ive thought about figuring out a way to put a switch on the security light over the driveway so we can get the yard extra dark for Ghost in the Graveyard, and Danny and I have dreamed about glamping out the truck for the perfect meteor shower backyard campout.
Baby chub is nowhere near needing any of those things yet, but he will get there. For now we spend the day finding baby appropriate discoveries. Last summer I was looking out at our yard, well speckled with golden dandelions and thinking how pretty it was. I remember thinking how wonderful it would be to have a kid tromping through all of them, giddy over the endless number of puffs there were to collect.
As adults we hate dandelions, they over take your yard, can somehow manage to matrix the lawn mower, and suddenly stretch super tall with their ugly puffs, planting millions more with the next gust of wind. A kid however, can see their beauty, finding endless amounts of joy in them. I remember their was a lot at the end of my grandmas neighborhood that was overgrown with dandelions and I was jealous of how many there were. I always wanted to get down there when they were puffy and run and spin through the field, kicking up as many puffs as possible as they followed me along in the air. I would pick a bouquet of them to take home, but get so frustrated over how I could never manage to keep them perfect by them time we got back. Id give me mom yellow stamps by rubbing the flowers on her hand, and always wanted a crown out of them. Kids love to give bouquets of dandelions and so many times at school, kids would pluck one up for a teacher, yet too often as adults we look at that gift through adult eyes and forget exactly how precious that gift is in the eyes of the child.
It was peak bloom of the dandelions the other day and little Danny was enraptured by them. At first he couldnt understand where the puffs would go when he scrunched them in his sweaty hand but then he learned to fluff them with his finger tips or wave the whole thing in the air.
Eventually, all he wanted to do was eat them, which he didnt like, and I preferred not to have to dig them out of his mouth, so I would blow them in his face and he would try to catch them. Even Elmer enjoyed it, jumping and barking, trying to get them and stealing empty stems from Danny. By the end Danny was covered in fluff and Im still picking it out of the stroller, even found some in the bed this morning, but he loved it and I was so happy to get to experience the joy of dandelions again.
It was one of those wonderful afternoons where the sun was casting its warm evening glow across the yard. The chickens were clucking around and the hum of lawn mowers could be heard at every house. Baby Danny was just kicking back in a t-shirt and diaper and we enjoyed a simple dinner of grilled cheese on the deck. We watched the chickens eat up their last bugs and hop into the coop for the night as the tree frogs awoke and began singing in the woods behind.
My wish for you little one is to never lose your sense of wonder.
People were bringing little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” And he took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them.Mark 10:13-16