I should be asleep, but it has been a great week with school.
One of the things I think is so neat about being a parent is the opportunity to teach a child. I feel woefully inadequate in many regards, but still really grateful and humbled at the gift I've been given to navigate life day-to-day with four other people. They are teaching me a lot.
This week we were talking about cells for science. We discussed a couple of basic characteristics and watched this video on YouTube.
After watching it a couple of times through, I looked over and saw that Benji's eyes were full. And he said exactly what I was feeling.
"That's so inspiring."
And then, he followed that by saying,
"It makes me feel really small."
I choked up, too, and told them that, for me, this is another instance where I see the wisdom of God and my own nothingness---that we are all miracles---that life, in so many beautiful, variegated forms, is miraculous. I can't comprehend it and I don't understand it, but I am in awe of it.
It reminded me of a scriptural passage in the Book of Mormon where the speaker is admonishing his listeners to believe in God---that He is, that He created all things, that all things testify of Him.
A few minutes later, as we went back to other activities, I called down to Benji, wondering where he'd gone. The answer?
He'd curled up on his bed, wrapped in a blanket, snuggling his favorite bear---because, as he said, he was "feeling small."
As a follow-up to yesterday, we made simple animal and plant cell models today.
But...my takeaway?
What I'm still thinking about?
I suppose I feel amazed at being continuously surrounded by miracles.
I may feel small.
But I also feel wonder.
Praise.
Reverence.
Life is such a beautiful thing.
And when I get to share it with my children and see that they feel something, I am particularly moved.
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