Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Last week, my little girl returned with an oyster shell from her grandparent's house, in addition to 2 toys (from the toy store). She has been carrying the shell around in her basket all week. Her story about the shell has progressed with each passing day . . . deep in the ocean . . . something shiny caught their eye . . . the purple area is where the pearl was . . . it started with a speck of sand . . . it grew bigger and bigger and bigger . . . and it was THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PEARL EVER. I wish that always the grandparent's could see that the most beautiful gift they can share with her is time . . . time to hear her stories . . . time to share stories . . . time to share in nature. While the toy-store toys get tossed in a pile with all the others and later when the pile gets too big they are shipped out, it is the shell that captivates her mind & imagination and nurtures her sense of wonder.