It’s often struck me …those moments where you see your child as they once were or as they could be. I’ve pondered how to describe it. That struck me last night. It’s like looking through a kaleidoscope at your “baby”.
A word, a sound, a light, just a random moment and reality shifts. You see your child not as they are in front of you but how they were when they were younger. Maybe it’s how angelic they look(ed) as they were sleeping. Perhaps a time of joy where they’re lost in play.
You see your child how they could be. It hits you, not so softly, how GROWN UP they look. You get use to them being taller but occasionally you’ll look and WOW when did that happen? It was yesterday when I could carry you to bed!
Wikipedia defines kaleidoscope: A kaleidoscope is a cylinder with mirrors containing
loose, colored objects such as beads or pebbles and bits of glass. As the viewer looks into one end, light entering the other creates a colorful pattern, due to the reflection off of the mirrors. Coined in 1817 by Scottish inventor Sir David Brewster, “kaleidoscope” is derived from the Ancient Greek καλός (kalos), “beautiful, beauty”, εἶδος (eidos), “that which is seen: form, shape” and σκοπέω (skopeō), “to look to, to examine”,hence “observation of beautiful forms.“
I initially thought of the shifting image, the ‘toy’ but when I read this definition I know I’ve found a great way to describe a parent watching their children… we’re making “observation[s] of beautiful forms.”
If you care to join my Monday Musings…
What’s your observation of beautiful forms? What do you see with ‘kaleidoscope eyes’ / varying perspective?
Do you have a story, a poem or a photo to share?
I’d love to see it linked here. ( include Monday Musings: in your title.)
Happy Monday Musings.