A pink and purple kite swirls in the late afternoon sky as the sun shines brightly through the white and grey clouds.
Bundled up from the cold wind, I’m sitting pool side watching my daughter wade through 3 feet of water in the “kiddie” pool.
Occasionally glancing up, her eyes are never far from me as she turns and looks at me with a smile. Splashing herself wet she sits alone in the shallow end.
All around the sounds of children playing, water splashing, and parents talking, but she… she sits alone as if she is a part in a one-person play on stage. As she looks over at me…dipping side of her head in the pool, she smiles. And it is this smile that tells me that I am the audience and she is the performer.
“Watch me!” she says as she performs a most significant “leg stretch” as graceful as the now distant kite dancing above the ocean waves. This audience can only applaud this feat with a look and a smile as it [smile] dances across the now glimmering pool from the sunlight far above.
To be on the other side of that look is nothing short of amazing. And now…now it is my turn. I hope I do it well, I hope I do it often…
I guess I’m not too bad…as I look over at her, she’s looking back with a smile as wide as the moon and as bright as this late afternoon sun.
My daughter recently became a teenager. And like a blur, I find myself sitting here disoriented and wondering where time went.
I’m struck with the sobering reality found in the words of a friend…
“It took a lifetime to get them into junior high and like a week for them to be in college.”
Why does the passage of time seem to accelerate as the years go by?
I feel so hopeless in this pursuit, but such is life. It continues on and all I have is that moment and perhaps that look.
Will I be watching as she looks my way? Or will I be too busy doing something that at the end of the day… really doesn’t matter too much after all?
The choice is mine. God help me to make each choice count, because there is nothing like a smile as wide as the moon and as bright as this late afternoon sun.
By Gunnar Simonsen, Liquid Cloud Eleven
Article from Disciple Like Jesus