When she was two, she discovered the joy of stickers. At about the same time, she learned that they stick very well to the car window. Not only was this immediately gratifying, but it also gave her hours of enjoyment during car rides.
"Horse!" she’d say, until I would respond. Then she’d move on to the next animal, cartoon character, or shape.
Honestly, it has never bothered me to have stickers on my car window. To me, those stickers aren’t a blemish on my car or a habit to be broken.
What I see on that car window is hope and optimism. I see proof that a little girl with an appreciation for beauty rides with me on almost every trip. I see a changing vocabulary, a growing ability to decorate, and a lingering of childhood.
In the car of my life, I sometimes forget the small touches that make the ride fun. I scorn loud laughter, dorky jokes, and unfettered enthusiasm for quiet smiles, cool comments, and silence.
Why am I always trying to be someone I’m not? How can I learn to embrace the beauty in life from my preschooler?
She’s already growing up faster than I can manage. I’ll leave the stickers on my window for a little longer. Maybe I’ll even add a few of my own.
Copyright 2009 Sarah Reinhard
About the Author
When she’s not chasing kids, chugging coffee, or juggling work, Sarah Reinhard’s usually trying to stay up read just one…more…chapter. She writes and works in the midst of rural farm life with little ones underfoot. She is part of the team for the award-winning Catholic Mom’s Prayer Companion, as well as the author of a number of books. You can join her for a weekday take on Catholic life by subscribing to Three Shots and follow her writing at Snoring Scholar.