Last year my daughter, Grace, met Winnie the Pooh for the first time. Come to think of it, so did I – yet there was a drastic difference in the set of emotions the two of us felt.
Grace did not stop squealing at the top of her tiny little lungs. Her excitement to see this character, of whom she had no preconceived notions about, literally overwhelmed her body. It was so much fun to watch her be taken back by the big yellow bear. I held her and laughed as she made noises I’ve never heard her make before. I felt every muscle in her little body tighten as she expressed externally the feelings she felt internally.
I learned something from Grace that day – I learned that I’ve let go of enjoying life’s “Firsts.” I need to allow the new things that I see or experience fill me with more joy and excitement than I currently do. I don’t know if it is busyness, or if I think I’m too old to enjoy even grown-up moments of joy to the fullest. But I must stop more often and enjoy the blessings of life God gives so often.
Breathtaking moments can’t just be handled with an oh-that-was-cool and move-on attitude. I need to realize that my Heavenly Father has just as much joy (or more) watching me enjoy life as I did watching my daughter meet Pooh.
