My Katya
Sometimes the greatest teachers are the little ones, and they teach in the most effective way, not with words, just actions.
I can still see Ana clearly, with her wavy hair blowing in the wind, her rain boots on, even though it wasn't raining, walking around collecting things in her bag on our walk around the lake yesterday. Flowers, mushrooms, rocks, you name it, she was collecting it. I glanced over at Katya, our 4 year old, and she had only mushrooms, and was determined to keep her focus on finding only those for her little treasure bag. Although there is something inherently important about setting a focus or goal and sticking to it, I couldn't help but love what my little two year old had taught me. Her bag was pretty full compared to Katya's and she went around happily picking up wonders at what seemed a pretty good pace, as if the whole world was a wonder. I was sure many of the things in her bag were probably half broken or not your typical "treasure worthy" finds, but she found beauty and joy in them.
Sometimes as "grown ups" we are so focused on hoping for, or seeking certain blessings that we fail to realize all the daily gifts God has given us and rob ourselves of the gift of living. An imperfect flower, friend, or parent (enter my name here) is still a gift to be treasured. If we look with a child's eyes, our little bags of blessings will be overflowing with the gifts God has given us daily, in which He intends us to find joy. May our bags ever be full of life's little treasures.
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