I may or may not have mentioned that we took our first overseas family holiday recently.
One of my concerns, cause I tend to always have a few on the go, was that Magoo would not cope with the air travel.
Aeroplanes are glorified torture chambers. Fact.
One cramped space for hours on end, limited access to your 'stuff'', the toilet, exercise, fresh freakin air.
I was just hoping Magoo wouldn't cotton onto these inconveniences / life threats and lose his little mind (cause two of us would be at least one too many for me to handle).
The lead up to the flight was full of fake excitement concealing fried nerves (on my part) and absolute sheer delight at what was ahead (on Magoo's part).
But once we arrived at the "planeport", I had little choice but to be caught up in Magoo's infectious enthusiasm. He was literally jumping out of his skin with excitement. He continuously asked where our plane was, if our plane was ready, who was on the plane, when the plane would be coming...
(I could choose to be irritated - or succumb to the magical wonder of the "planeport'.)
He told every person in the joint, quite smugly, that he was going on an "aeropwane" (as if they weren't?!) and proudly showed them all his aeroplane out there.
Feeling Magoo's sweaty little hand trembling with excitement and being tugged down the air bridge, I just had to be in that happy place too (while silently praying to the God of sleep to have mercy on us at some point.)
That's what I just love about kids.
Why I choose to spend my working life with them and why I always knew I wanted children.
The world is an awesome place through a child's eyes.
A child's eyes see the beauty of nature when we see a garden that needs this or that.
A child's eyes see the everyday miracles that we take for granted.
A child's eyes look for the fun while we look for the danger.
A child's eyes can see past the superficial and right to the core of someone.
A child's eyes believe when we want to disprove.
A child's eyes see fascinating detail while we take in the big picture.
We choose our perspective, as adults.
We can choose to wear those rose coloured glasses (that make us look dumb and socially ignorant) or them black, badass shades (that scare the baby cheeses out of anyone who dares to come too close).
We can choose to see that glass half full or half empty
(or in my case see that the glass has smudges and doesn't match the other glass).
What shall we see today?