The Rooster climbed into my lap as the lights dimmed and The Mayor rose up on his knees.
I wondered how they would respond, this was their first trip to the circus.
A woman in a blue sequined leotard sat swinging on a trapeze bar way up in the big top.
She swung higher and higher and then suddenly flipped and twisted, catching herself from falling by hooking her feet on the swing's ropes.
The Rooster, who loves to swing more than I can even begin to explain, was beside herself when she saw the sparkling performer dangling above.
She pointed in awe and her mouth formed a perfect "O".
I felt her chest expand.
She inhaled a great gulp of air and then held her breath, waiting, frozen still.
I looked over at The Mayor, still on his knees, his face upturned, filled with wonder.
I realized my face was covered in tears.
It's amazing how much your children's joy can stir you.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Wonder
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13 comments:
Amen. And Grandchildren's too. Thanks for sharing. Grandma Seattle ;-)
I love it when my kids are enamored by something like that.
That's beautiful
It's almost scary isn't it--when you feel it so completely?
I like everything about kids. I like to watch life process :)
It is like being in awe of being in awe
Oh the joys indeed.
I had the same experience with The Champ and his first Red Sox game.
I am so glad I am not the only blubbering mom. :)
...and me.
beautiful!
I love reading your blog.
Those are the moments that make it all worth while!
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