Really, honestly, and to the deep places in my soul, I am fascinated by my children. It never occurred to me why other people -- blinded parents -- were so in awe of their absolutely regular offspring, but now, as a parent myself, with eyes wide open, I understand.
I am fascinated by my children because they are fascinating.
Do you see how the long bone of her leg is now longer than her entire body was at birth? Do you notice the way she crooks her hand backwards while she's speaking, trying to illustrate an important point? Did you ever stop to think about how many connections were made in her brain as an infant that have painted her into this picture of uniquely formed ideas and hopes? Have you wondered why she has dark hair, and her sister's is blonde, even though they were made from the same combination of DNA? Do you see that her laugh goes silent when she's laughing at her hardest?
And do you notice that each moment is a new chance to SEE? Each second is another opportunity to learn about this person you think you know...but who will surprise you at every turn?
Yes, I'm fascinated by my children.
Because, after all, they are fascinating.