Seeing Love in Everything
November 12, 2020
I’ve learned a great deal from my little boy in the past few months, amazing given he is barely five years old. He’s outgoing and extroverted and looks for joy in everything. If Rylyn isn’t laughing or playing within five minutes of waking up, I put my hand on his forehead to see if he’s running a fever.
Rylyn starts his days happy and spends them literally always looking for more spots of joy. Of course, if I’m being real, he has his struggles like every other child – his temper tantrums and negotiation skills when it comes to getting dressed and brushing his teeth are second to none. If he’s out of diapers by the time he’s in college, I will consider that a personal triumph. But this child has this inherent joy of being alive.
Rylyn has a way of looking at the world through love. We visited close family friends the other day, and he said, “Angela and Dick are not my aunt or uncle, they are not our family, but I love them….so what are they, then?”
Such a big concept for such a little boy. I told him, “If you love them, then we can call them family.” Because especially in these times, who couldn’t use more love?
The most impactful thing I’ve seen in Rylyn most recently is his endless pursuit of evidence of love. He is constantly sure some sign is right around the corner, so he seeks and he finds. That is an incredibly valuable mindset to have, both in life and, more pertinently, at this time in our lives.
We take a lot of walks these days, and invariably he will spot a rock in the shape of a heart and pick it up for me. The first time he did this, I thought it was adorable – now, I have a vase full of heart-shaped rocks he’s found. He sees hearts in broken shells on the beach, in rocks in the street during our nightly walks, and in dried leaves swept by the wind onto our lawn that would otherwise be raked up or blown away. He calls me into the kitchen at breakfast to look at a slice of a strawberry that looks exactly like a heart or he will yell – and I do mean yell – from the back seat of the car for me to pull over because the swirl of a cloud in the sky looks like the wispy shape of a heart above the ocean.
His magic little eyes can look at a brittle leaf or a broken shell and see heart-shaped treasure, breaking out into a happy dance or giving a squeal in delight. It’s not just rose-colored glasses as he is only five, after all. It’s a tendency towards love, a desire to see evidence of it all around, and a reason to talk about love as much as possible. That’s how I see it, anyway.
I’ve learned from Rylyn that if you look for love, you’ll find it everywhere. That is one of the precious gifts he has given to me. It’s also one of the reasons why we continue to post videos and blogs that show the happy, loving, and real sides of growing up. If I’m learning about love from my five-year-old son, then maybe others can learn from him as well.
Happy heart hunting. ❤️