My sister and I speak frequently to each other how watching our children play is one of the highlights of our motherhoods. My mother use to say when asked what she did all day at home with children, "I sit and watch them grow." She was very content to sit and watch us grow. She had a wise awareness of the value of being content with the mundane of the given moment knowing that all things comes to pass.
Yesterday, the day was spent memorizing the dances to the annual Fatima play they are in. The director of the production gave me a copy of the soundtrack to the play so they were overcome with desire to perform. They spent hours watching the older girls in the real performance so as children do best, they imitate. In their minds, they looked just like the middle-school girls performing on stage.