Something about adoption is that there are a whole lot of little things floating around our life here that we mostly don’t take note of. Maybe they are small things, but not to everyone.
Last year, the first time we gave Maria glasses, she looked at us in wide eyed wonder, quietly, “I can see…”
She got fitted for her first pair of frames, a very strong prescription, and loved them, cherished them. Since coming home, she has grown rapidly–all catching up–and now it was time for some new glasses.
Is this an enjoying the small things moment? A child ecstatic about the ability to have good vision, about glasses in her favorite color, or a big thing? Throughout my days, I feel I am in a constant shifting from one to another, swelling and streaming from one to the next, pooling into big and small, growth and contentment.
Their joy an instrument of instruction to my life.
Learning what in fact is a big thing, cloaked as a small, from my children.
Today we picked them up, and she asked us about 800 times how much we loved them.
Each time we told her, ‘a whole lot!’
Cause new glasses, is a big thing!