If I had as great a memory and a talent for story-telling like my preschool teacher friend, then I would have so many stories with which to entertain you from keeping five different kids this week. But alas, I have neither, so instead of a humorous tale complete with unique “confessions” (you gotta check out her blog), I just have a few life lessons gained from one of the five children.

(Here he is, amusing himself by viewing himself on camera.)

It was a gorgeous, spring day the morning I was watching this 15 month old, so we spent most of the time outdoors–blowing bubbles, swinging, or just running across the yard throwing and kicking a red ball. I say “running”, but it was more like teetering. I got so tickled watching him. The backyard is on an incline with the roots of a big tree creating a big hump across the center, so the little guy would wobble his way down the hill at a pretty good pace, carrying the ball which was bigger than he was. He’d sway to the right, then again to the left, but somehow managed to keep his balance (minus a few exceptions). I followed along behind me, steadying him now and then if he made me too nervous.

That’s when I saw the life lesson. Is this how we look to God? Wobbling our way through life, carrying a load twice our size, all the while thinking we’re managing just fine without any help? <sigh> When will we ever learn?

While blowing bubbles for this same cutie, I was reminded of the sheer delight the simple things in life can bring. I loved watching his face light up with each new bubble floating across the air, as he ran towards them shouting, “Bubbo! Bubbo!” He was fascinated, and so was I. I’d never noticed the beauty and color of light reflected off a bubble before. How refreshing to share in a child’s discovery of joyful bliss.

This is Jayden and not John, and Aaron took this picture not me, but it’s so clever and so cute and applicable to the illustration so I’m including it.

Of course, life isn’t always peaches and cream. There are frustrations, even for a baby.

The lesson in this? Don’t grow weary in well doing. Unless you think it will give you a stroke.

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