Reverb10 – Wonder

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December 4 – Wonder
How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?

Hey, check it out! Instead of being at a loss for words with this prompt, I'm overwhelmed with them! I am sitting here wondering how I'll condense my year of “cultivating a sense of wonder” into a manageable blog post. I'm not just cultivating wonder, I'm raising it into a man, one day at a time.

You see, I am the mother of a two and a half year old boy. If anyone on this planet can find the wonder in the everyday, it's a toddler. He is fascinated by everything; an elevator button is magic. Gravity that makes a toy fall to the floor is something to be tested over and over again. The process of bread turning into toast by simply dropping it into a special box? Mindblowing.
According to Max, I am the most powerful person ever. From my ability to make more Cheerios appear in an empty bowl, to my knowledge that flipping a switch chases the dark away and fills the room with light, to my expertise in taking those two long shoelaces and turning them into a neat little bow. These are all things that are worthy of note.
He finds the beauty in the mundane, and I give thanks when he chooses to share it with me, to bring it to my attention; be it a rock, a cool shape on his magnadoodle, or a particularly interesting piece of macaroni.

I find myself caught up in the wonder almost every time I look at him; I think back to his first days of life, when we didn't know if he'd ever come home with us… if he'd ever be “OK”. Well, he's better than OK. He's amazing. He's wonderful and wonder full. He sings me the Alphabet song, keeps a running inventory of where his favorite toys are at any given moment, (“Elephant, tiger and zebra are in blue car. Mommy lion and baby lion on couch. Daddy camel right here.”), he is learning the sounds that letters make, and figuring out that letters together make words.

I kind of wish I could have come up with some way that I include wonder without making it all about Max, but what can I say? He is what he is, I am what I am. And that's pretty wonderful.