Today, driving through town, through a fairly typical route, we crossed over railroad tracks. These are the same railroad tracks we pass many times a week as we go about our day to day errands and tasks.
Today, though, was different. From the backseat, my two year old yells, “TRAIN TRACKS!” with excitement.
The second it registered, I knew it was my moment of the day.
For you see, up until this moment, it’s never been called a “TRAIN” track. It’s been a ‘choo choo crack’.
I heard this word, and to many, it may seem silly, or ordinary, but to me, it was crystal clear, perfection… an affirmation of what I do, of what we do, of how he is developing and learning… simple, single syllable, beauty.
I am so grateful for having these moments, for noticing these moments, for my children and for their wonderful daily development.
And so, for today… it’s “TRAIN”. Just that simple. Overnight, no longer a ‘choo choo’. In his own time, in his own words, as he grows.
I’m so glad and so immensely grateful to be chugging along on this ride.
~K
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