Last night when I arrived home from my day with my oldest daughter, my youngest daughter greeted me at the door, all smiles and light. I was busy putting away groceries and packages from our shopping trip, glancing at her, but not really focusing on her. After a few minutes of excited chattering, she ran up to my legs, hitting just at my knees. She banged her small hands on my legs and hollered, "See me, mommy! See me!"
I was looking without seeing. And I am ashamed to admit, this is not the only time it has happened. How many moments do I miss because I am sidetracked by busyness and trivialities, overlooking the most precious sights in the world, foolishly thinking they will be there later for me-- in that elusive place where time slows down long enough for me to see instead of glance, notice instead of neglect? But that time never comes.
So instead of waiting for someday, I want to spend this week-- this week of thankfulness and gratitude-- seeing. Stopping. Lingering. Calculating. Savoring. I want to see her like she needs to be seen. Hear her like she needs to be heard. Appreciating these many gifts for exactly what they are.