I get up early every day. Now that's not to say I beat my wife up, she gets up before me about 5/7 days, but I have always found little value in sleep, so I still get up early on the weekends too. (To clarify, I don't beat my wife up, I just get out of bed sometimes before her). On this particular Saturday morning, I was watching the beginning of the Today show, in my Lazy Boy, coffee in hand, when Nolan, covered from head to toe in his Sponge Bob pajamas, came bounding down the stairs. He launched himself up into the air and landed on the couch, legs bent beneath him. When he landed, he heard a small jingling sound, and he reached in between the cushions to feel what it could be.
|I caught this guy in my backyard with one of my ancient Grecian urns.|
When his tiny hand came back out, it was clutching a few items and had a harder time coming out of the cushions, than it did going in (A small aside, I've heard they catch monkeys this way, by boring a small hole in a tree, and placing large nuts inside A big jug with a small opening can work too. The monkey can't get their paws out, while they are wrapped around the nut, and they are slow to release the nut, hence they are trapped). Nolan's hand that morning held exactly two coins, a quarter, and a penny.
"Awesome, 26 cents1" he exclaimed, and he immediately ran back upstairs to deposit it into his bank. He had been up for all of 2 minutes on that lazy Saturday morning, and he already had his first adventure in the bank, oh and 26 cents too. He bounded down the stairs again, but bypassed the living room this time, and went into the kitchen.
"Dad, do we have a flashlight ?" he inquired. I paused my show, and I showed him where to find it, but now my curiosity was peaked, so I hung around to see where this might be heading. He bent over and started shining the light through the 3 holes cut into our cupboard base, for a heat run. He found a marble, a dusty army man, and then exclaimed, "Dad, I think I see Dinosaur Bones !" Well, I am no anthropologist, but I am pretty sure that my house was built well after there was any chance of dinosaurs coming in, hiding in my cupboard base and expiring there. It's not my job to burst his bubble, so a second later, I was on the floor peering into the back of the cupboard, and sure enough there were dinosaur bones there. They were small, resembling more of a rodent than a stegosaurus, but they did look pretty authentic to my untrained eye. It was at this point, we both heard my wife stirring upstairs. We must have woken her with all the activity that morning. Oh, this was going to be good.....
A little background on my wife's morning habits is in order. We don't talk to my wife ..... until she has her second cup of coffee. She does not approach the sunrise with the same unbridled enthusiasm that my son exhibits, for her, it's more like the seven stages of grief, when she wakes.
When my wife came around the corner, with a smile on her face, I couldn't hide my surprise. I learned immediately of the power of an "Awesome, 26 cents" kinda morning, and how contagious it could be. A moment later, my wife was bent over peering into the vent holes looking for our dinosaur (I know she bent over because I watched her).
|Not the actual Yarger Dinosaur, but it's close|
I'll wrap this up with a question or two of my own. What prevents us from waking up each morning to an "Awesome, 26 cents" kinda feeling? Do we lose this ability as we age, or do we learn to push it down, and stifle it? Do we become what we used to hate, someone who has to look at the down side of everything, and point out just have awful each morning is? I don't really have the answers myself, but I have experienced an "Awesome, 26 cents" kinda day, and seen it's effects, so I am a believer. We each have the ability in us, to have that kind of morning, each morning, but like all muscles that don't get used often, you may have to exercise it. Start slow, with some stretching, I hear that helps. If this were my friend Tor's blog, he'd certainly have connected the story with God by this point I can clearly hear him saying, "It's a lesson in appreciating the smallest of gifts that a loving God can give us each morning" or he'd tie it into the story of the children coming to Jesus, and the crowd trying to turn them away, but being rebuffed by Jesus. Jesus knew the value that a small child can have, to your soul, your attitude, and your well being. Tor would say all that, me, the other hand, am just going to close with, it's okay if you don't clean out your couch cushions that often, and get that vacuum into every nook and cranny in the house, cuz if you did, you might not have an "Awesome, 26 cents" kinda day.