How my two-year-old grandson taught me reverence
For most of my adult life I have been on a mission to get somewhere, not always sure where there was to get to, but I was always on my way. I have had the pleasure of caring for Brazos, my now 2 year three month old grandson, a couple of days a week since he was 3 months old. He has been an amazing teacher in the art of looking, learning, and noticing.
He and I both love to be outdoors, in the woods, along rivers, camping, walking with no destination in mind. Although we have started on many a journey to maybe walk for an hour and then sit with our lunch for a while and return, mostly we have spent our time together exploring the ant’s nest that is next to the parking lot, the slug across the trail 10 minutes into the walk, a butterfly that lands on the leaf right at his eye level. As he is never in any hurry, I have learned to proceed at his pace, not only when I am with him, but at other times when being in a hurry might lead to upset and concern.
I now try to manage my time to be early to wherever I am going. There is usually something new to see, a critter to say hi to, a tree to hug, or an amazing spider web to contemplate. Now the only time that seems to move too fast is the time I spend with him. Thank you, my young teacher.
Grandpa John Miller