Thursday, February 23, 2012

Comes The Dawn

I was driving home after dropping Hadley off at school. It was 7:55 a.m., and I wasn't quite awake. I was certainly in no mood for a million questions when Cameron became curious.

"Mom, why is the sun setting?" she asked. 

"It's rising, not setting." I told her.

"Mom, why are the clouds gray?  Mom, we keep driving towards the sun - but how come we never catch it? Why is that cloud shaped like a boat? Or maybe it's a shark? How hot is the sun? Where does it go at night? Why is it orange? Mom, why are there sooo many colors? They're really pretty." 

Her questions were immediately tiring until it dawned on me (pun intended) that she was really really looking at and discovering the sunrise for the first time. She was mesmerized by it. 

Can you remember the very first time you really watched the sunrise?

I can't. 

But this sunrise - this sunrise -  I'll remember. I'll remember how she appreciated and wondered about the world around her, and I'll remember how she filled me with that same wonder. I'll remember how, for a brief second, she made me feel like I was seeing the sunrise for the very first time again.

I asked her if she wanted to look for a place to pull over and watch the sunrise.

"No," she replied. "I have to go poop."

Yeah, that's what I thought.

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