Kindergarten Perspective

We often miss the beauty when we rush to where we’re going.

Ever had one of those mornings when it felt like you were on a tennis court with one of those automated ball pitchers, but you didn’t have a racket? I recently had one.

I’m the first to arrive in the office. It’s dark and quiet and I don’t turn the lights on until it’s time to allow the buses to unload their kiddos and to allow the car riders to begin to trickle in. Our office tends to stay extremely busy and it’s often the only quiet time I will have until I walk out the door to head home.

I treasure that time. I breathe deeply and say a prayer. I check my e-mails and prepare for the day.

But, sometimes there is no quiet. Sometimes the phone rings and the bus radio squawks and I have to attend to it. Sometimes people come in to talk or ask questions. Sometimes things don’t work out at all the way we planned them.

How do we react?

Last week I had a morning like that. Even before I turned the lights on, there was busyness. And after I turned them on it was non-stop. There were early morning meetings and all kinds of visitors. There were lunchboxes left on buses. There were several binders and Chromebooks that were left at home and dropped off for delivery.

And then there was a little girl who was tardy. She was in kindergarten and I knew she would have to be walked to her class. I put a smile on my face and I asked our nurse to watch the office and we began our journey.

She was completely oblivious that she was late and was in no particular hurry to get where she was going. I realized right away there would be no hurrying this child. We chatted about her morning as we creeped ever so slowly down the hall. Before we even got past the bathrooms, a little girl stopped and said hello to her. We stopped for a moment to acknowledge her.

When we turned the corner, she stopped and admired all of the art on the wall. It was really cool and I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to see it if I hadn’t been with her. When we got further down the hall, two little girls came rushing up to her, said good morning and got on either side. They told me they were in her class. They joined us for the remainder of our walk.

When we finally arrived at her room, I no longer felt the need to rush and I found myself enjoying the kindergarten art on my walk back and I saw God.

Every morning I pray that God will show Himself to me during my day. That day, it was through the actions of a child, a child who reminded me that we will eventually get where we are going whether we hurry or not and that the scenery is always worth slowing down to admire. She also reminded me that friends along the journey make it a lot more fun.

Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂