I learn from our three young sons every day. Not only of the various new strategies in their math homework, but in the most important ways.
Like how to look at something we take for granted and see its wonder. (A rock found by the trail on a hike, the way a leaf hangs from a tree, and so on)
But there are other things that my kids do that make me marvel.
The other morning I was making cold lunches for school for our 7-year-old and 9-year-old sons. While they were eating breakfast, Wolf, our 9-year-old, informed me that he always checks the bottom of the yogurt seal to see if he won the $1 million prize. He said, “So far, I haven’t won, but if I do, that’s where I’ll put the seal. So please check it before you clean out my lunchbox at night.”
Okay, I said. But, I told him, if he should get a winner, he should notify the lunchroom supervisor, or instruct his teacher, or the principal, to call me.
“And heck, we may even go out for pizza to celebrate,” I said.
We also have a 2-year-old son. I love being a mom. The aforementioned moment is just one of the million reasons I do.