I wrote my original “wonder” post last night and this morning; it's the first thing that came to my mind when I read the prompt. As I've been thinking about it more (so cool when something stays with you this long!) I found myself using the word over and over today, and at some points, it ended up being a pretty dark part of “wonder”
(If you haven't read my original post for this prompt, please do that real quick before reading this one; that one is more like “me” and this one is a departure for me…)
For Max, and when I look at Max, wonder = magic. The world is full of it. Amazing moving pictures on the television, he stares at in, yes, wonder. Biting into a piece of chocolate for the first time, as he truly *tastes* it, it spreads across his face the, say it with me, wonder.
As a slightly more jaded adult, one with fears (Max's only fears are of monsters and green beans) and responsibilites, the way I tend to wonder is altogether different.
I wonder if Jamie and I are going to do a good enough job of raising this boy. I wonder what to make for dinner. I wonder if my kidney is going to last longer, this time around. I wonder if I can find a better price on the new dishwasher motor we need. I wonder if our paychecks will be enough to cover all of the bills this month. I wonder if Jamie is too tired to drive home from his friend's house, where he's hanging out as I write this. I wonder what to get my in-laws for Christmas.
I think the concern for me now, for most of us “grown-up” types, isn't a lack of cultivating wonder… it's about cultivating the right kind.
Lizz, this is so beautiful, thank you for writing it. Yes, wondering of the Max kind, that's the kind to strive for if anything 🙂 I also reckon that we have all have a shadow side, which needs to be acknowledged from time to time, as you did. This doesn't mean you're jaded, it means you're human. Big love xoxo Tia #reverb10