Seeing Through their Eyes

Saturday Jacob woke up and ran to our room.  It was his last soccer game.  We've been making this a big deal in our house, with so much attention on Kaylin heading off to school Jacob was showing signs of feeling forgotten.  It poured on Saturday and soccer was cancelled. Of course.  Drew was around and spontaneously suggested that we blow this popsicle stand and tour the warplane museum that's 20 minutes away.  All three are rather into the whole airplane thing and Jacob's been begging to see some "real REAL airplanes up close".

It had been a bit of that kinda week.  I needed to get out as badly as the kids and I'm thankfully Drew recognizes the signs before I do. We jumped in the van and headed off.  To realize that we didn't even pack a diaper bag, this spontaneous thing?  We're working at it.  

We walked between airplanes that all had large "do not touch" signs. I would be lying if I told you I remained calm and relaxed the entire time. Despite my stress levels of fearing that a little hand would ruin the job of the restoration teams, it was fun.  A lot of fun.

My favorite. HA!

We're learning that when life is busy we need to grab those moments when we're not.  That sometimes when a house seems to be full of cranky kids, the crying and yelling is sometimes simply a cry to spend more time with them, away from distractions, away from home duties.  I'm with them all day and yet I still need to be reminded to stop and enjoy.  To kneel beside them and explain the parts of the airplanes, to listen to them and to just walk beside them, hand in hand or closely behind.  No time constraints, no phone's ringing, no computers to draw our attention away from them, no rush to finish.

Just a morning away.  To be reminded that this, this is all new for them.  A gift, a chance, for us to see the world through their eyes.