I would have lost patience if it weren’t for the kids. It took the waitress fifteen minutes to give us the menu, another fifteen to come to take our orders, and we had already waited past yet another two fifteen minutes for delivery of our lunch. This place in Darling Harbor was super slow!
“Come, mama. Come!” Alan called out to me from a few metres away, “This is FUN! Watch me!”
I turned my attention to the kids. Alan and Chloe were having fun with the three-step stairs and the handrail. They took turn sliding down the very short handrail with their legs lifted, jumping off the stairs, and rolling on the ground. They were giggling and laughing.
Be present! – here the kids were reminding me to enjoy every moment of life, again.
But my mind still wandered. I thought about Vincent van Gogh, and how he was able to see beauty in the tiniest and most insignificant of things, like the bench in a garden, the undergrowth, and blades of grass, which he painted and painted and painted. And no doubt had enjoyed the process with his whole heart and soul.
I compared that to my kids, who felt sliding that boring little handrail to be adventurous, and they laughed and laughed and enjoyed it whole-heartedly.
Wouldn’t we all be happier and find life more interesting if we stay “like a child“? To see wonder in a drop of water, a grain of sand, a blade of grass… and to find adventure in a three-step high handrail?
Vincent must had a child’s heart. And I think I need it, too.
So when our vegetarian pizza and fries came, I savored it like it was the best ever, and we even ordered chocolate ice-cream for desert.
Afterwards, we went on to play a three-metre-high slide in the park. And I climbed and slide with the kids.