Daughter reminds mommy to slow down

June 22, 2012|Amy Dulebohn

I really hate to sound like a cliche. Yet I think I might have made that statement so often that those words, at least when coming from me, are now cliche, as well.
But I find that as a parent who absolutely loves her child and everything about being her parent, I sometimes don’t know how else to articulate my feelings. And, based on some of my Facebook friends’ postings, I am in good company.
I often see them post comments about their children like, “She (or he) is the light of my life,”; “... they bring me so much joy ...”, etc.
And it’s true. Last spring and summer, when my daughter was becoming mobile, I so enjoyed watching her discover the beauty and mystique of the grass and flowers. I still love to share the story of how she proudly handed me a dandelion she picked herself on Mother’s Day 2011.
This year, as she become more vocal, I am happy to say she still loves nature. As such, she is bringing new meaning to the hackneyed phrase, “Take time to stop and smell the roses.”
Nothing makes my harried world come to a grinding halt quicker than my daughter’s gentle voice in the back of my car saying, always with a hint of amazement, “Mommy, look at that flower!,” as we’re driving down the road.
Nearly every time we open up the door at home, she will gesture toward the flowers she and my boyfriend’s son gave me for Mother’s Day and say something to the effect of, “Mommy, see the pretty flowers!” That statement reminds me not only of the beauty of the blooms, but of how blessed I am to have these three very special people in my life. 
When my 2-year-old takes the time to point out the beauty of nature, it reminds me that she is right. Here comes the cliche, at least another one — it is nice to pause and take notice of the wonders of the natural world.


She has also taught me to appreciate more than just the sights. We were taking a walk recently and happened upon some Sweet Peas. The lovely spring blossoms were a staple next to my parents’ front porch for decades. I hadn’t seen any in several years. Feeling a rush of excitement much like my daughter probably does when she sees something new, I said to her, “Look! Granny used to have these flowers in her yard!”
“Ohhh, really!” my daughter replied, sounding both very grown up, and very interested. We both scampered over to them, and as I started to lean down to take a whiff of their sweet fragrance, my daughter said excitedly, “Let me smell them!” as we both stooped down to enjoy the Sweet Pea scent.
I wish time didn’t go so quickly, that I didn’t always feel so rushed. It would be nice if the world went by at a leisurely pace and allowed everyone to enjoy the simple things in life. Note the cliches in the previous sentences. Because life doesn’t work that way, I am glad I have a 2-year-old to remind me of how joyous any day can be when we take time to stop and smell the roses. Even if it is cliche.

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