On a Thanksgiving weekend 30 years ago, I drove home to Southern California from a holiday gathering in another state. I was traveling with my niece April (then almost 3 years old), her baby brother and her parents. About an hour from home, we decided to take a quick break. The baby was cranky and needed a diaper change, and we wanted to stretch our legs before completing the last part of our trip. We left the freeway and stopped on a little road next to an orange grove.
April and I, walking down one aisle in this forest of orange trees, saw trees on both sides of us filled with brilliant green leaves and golden fruit. This was the first time that April, in her young life, had ever seen oranges growing on trees. She'd seen them in the supermarket. She'd seen them in a grocery bag and then in a ceramic bowl on the kitchen counter, but she'd never seen them attached to trees.
Her delight was endless. As we walked from one tree to the next, she exclaimed in her child vocabulary at the wonder of oranges on trees! And the last one in the row was just as marvelous as the first had been for her.
My list of thanks for this holiday season includes children. They remind us of the wonders that we adults take for granted. They teach us new ways to see.
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WATER WINGS FOR SUCCESS - ISSUE 2004-12 - ISSN: 1534-178X
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