My daughter sends me a photo via email with the subject line “Awesomeness.” How cool is that?
Yesterday, home after work, with dinner not yet made, and the house messy with potential buyers expected the next morning, a litany of chores from unwashed breakfast dishes to a fish tank bubbler needing repair, I first opened the box with my laptop battery. A $15 replacement I’ve put off for months.
The heavy lithium battery lay in my hand, and I guiltily wondered what strangers had made this toxic thing.
My daughter held the plastic bubble wrap. “Can I pop this? Please?”
I put her off, wanting to know if I’d ordered the right-sized battery, not paying any attention to my child at all, still thinking of my afternoon with its entanglements of adult problems.
From the plastic, she squeezed a bubble and held it up to the little lights in the house. Look through this, she asked. And then I’m finally smart enough to lay aside my jumbled thoughts and peer through her vision.
Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
R. L. Stevenson