This week we've seen it all. Ducks perched on the roof of an urban home. A robin, singing in a snow-covered tree (yes, it's winter again in Minnesota). A squirrel perched on our window box, eating some sunflower seeds. A fat rabbit sitting in the grass. All of these sights have made my own children gasp with delight.
The other day J and I took a (much-needed) break from building Lego starfighters in his room and I glanced out the window to see a huge rabbit munching on the grass. As we watched, our noses pressed to the window, J whispered to me, "
She's eating a lot of grass.
She must like it here!" and
"Aren't we lucky that rabbit came to our yard?" He was utterly captivated. As far as he was concerned, it was an honor to have our yard chosen by this rabbit. When the rabbit finally decided it was time to move on, J was at the window, and considered himself quite lucky to get to see the rabbit hopping away.
"She's moving! Mommy, she's moving! Look at those legs go! I saw her white tail!" Indeed, how lucky we were.
I love the way children so naturally slow down, notice the really special things. To an adult, seeing a rabbit in the yard is no big deal. Something that might inspire a smile, but not much more. Certainly not the focused atttention and rapt curiosity that J gave over. What a joy to be a part of his excitement, his delight and his intense awareness of this "other creature" that came and paid us a visit. He was so open to watching her,
really watching her... noticing the little details in what she was doing, how she was moving, and every little element of her "rabbit-ness" -It might sound silly, but being shown a rabbit through the eyes of my son, I really felt like I saw a rabbit for the first time.
Throughout the day, he checked out the window, looking for "Bunny-bun" as he called her. When we went outside to the yard, he showed me the exact route the rabbit had taken to exit the yard, the exact corner around which she hopped to get to another yard. He even demonstrated the way the rabbit moved as she hopped. (Which, I might add, showed a clear understanding of how rabbits move, and how their bodies differ from ours)
"
Do you think we'll ever see her again?" He asked quietly at the end of the day. He'd been thinking about this rabbit
all day long. It really made an impression on him.
"
Maybe" I replied. "
Maybe she'll be back."
"I hope so." he said, "
I hope so.
We're so lucky she came here today."
Yes. We are so lucky.
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