Ever since his little feet first hit the sand at Huntington Beach in California last month, my 2-year-old has been talking about going to the beach ‘to get more fun,’ as well as to Disneyland to see Mickey Mouse.
We don’t make pancakes anymore without making Mickey Mouse pancakes.
Earlier today, I stopped for gas. As I reached for my purse, my 2-year-old pointed at a stone wall ahead and said “Mom! I see Mickey!”
Glancing up quickly at the wall and feigning enthusiasm, I answered “yeah!” I don’t know that I ever looked up at him. I grabbed my credit card and stepped out of the van, leaving the driver’s side door open behind me.
“That’s not Mickey,” came the rebuttal from our 5-year-old as I swiped my card at the pump. He continued in his explanation, but I hung on those first words: That’s not Mickey.
“Why not?” I thought.
It was clear our 5-year-old was seeing a stone wall where his brother was seeing Mickey, and that I was seeing nothing at all.
While the pump ran, I walked back to the open door and peeked in. I said to my 5-year-old, “Hey son, can you see where that flower is growing out of the wall? Look at the two stones above the flower.”
Our 5-year-old paused and looked. And then he giggled, and said “Hey! A Mickey head!”
There have definitely been times when I have seen the wall and not the Mickey. And there have been times when I wanted someone else to see what I saw, but they couldn’t.
I hope I can teach my boys to ‘look.’ To look beyond the ‘wall’ and see the possibilities. Including the possibility that a wrong might not exist — just different points of view.