Sunday, November 06, 2005
My Highlight Reel
I've loved highlight reels ever since I was a child, when I would struggle to stay awake long enough to watch the halftime show on Monday Night Football. Perhaps it's not surprising, then, that one of my routines with the boys is to ask them about their favorite experiences each day. I like this game for a number of reasons: It allows me to glimpse a little of the world through their eyes. It stimulates their ability to reflect on their lives and identify what makes their hearts sing. And I hope that it cultivates in each of them a lasting spirit of optimism and gratitude.
This practice has become so habitual that I often find myself wondering about the best part of my own day. Many times, I find those moments in unexpected places. Friday was the annual school fair, and on the way to campus, I bumped into the mother of one of Max's former classmates. She had her hands full, with her son on one side and one of Max's new classmates on the other. As we greeted each other, her son exclaimed, "That's Max's mommy!" Without a moment's hesitation, the other boy said exuberantly, "Max isn't hitting any more!" Nothing that child might have said could have made me happier.
This practice has become so habitual that I often find myself wondering about the best part of my own day. Many times, I find those moments in unexpected places. Friday was the annual school fair, and on the way to campus, I bumped into the mother of one of Max's former classmates. She had her hands full, with her son on one side and one of Max's new classmates on the other. As we greeted each other, her son exclaimed, "That's Max's mommy!" Without a moment's hesitation, the other boy said exuberantly, "Max isn't hitting any more!" Nothing that child might have said could have made me happier.
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