Dazzling

 

I guess you could say I am dazzled by these kids.

Dazzled by how they change – one day I look at their faces and wonder if this could be the same child I looked at yesterday.

I am dazzled by the new things they learn every day. The toddler who is just beginning to grasp the use of language sagely nodding his head in response to a question. A three-year-old, who has quite mastered the use of language, and gives us glimpses into the way a young mind works. When she gives voice to her musings, a whole new way of seeing the world is opened to us.

I am dazzled by the joy they express with their bodies. Each has their own unique and fabulous dance style. One gets down low and grooves with the beat; the other excels at a dramatic form of interpretive dance.

I am dazzled by the shrieks and belly laughs, and by the way they suddenly become so still and contained, “reading” a book.

I am dazzled by the love that greets me every time I walk through the door, as if I were the prodigal son come home at last.

My life is mostly plain – shades of brown and gray. But my, how these children dazzle.