Remember that famous line from Fried Green Tomatoes, “I’m too old to be young, and I’m too young to be old?” Adulthood has this funny way of sneaking up on us. The lens with which we see light is experience and overtime that can get very jaded by the happenings of life. The lens that children see light thru is spontaneity and impulse. They follow raw emotions and generally see the best in everything. They have not yet had the experience with people, marriage/relationships, news stories, and in a way, reality. Watching my children play outside is a gift. They run through the backyard climbing what they can, chasing after the dogs, throwing rocks over the fence, and occasionally dancing to the music. They do not understand that they will look back on these memories with such fondness. When they are one day facing the real world, they will look back at how their childhood has molded them. They will occasionally get glimpses back to the light that was in the past. In my childhood backyard, we had a huge honeysuckle bush that was overgrown. I would pluck one of the yellow flowers off the bush and ever so delicately pull the inner stem out that was filled with sweet nectar. At the time, it was not an act I thought I’d ever remember but 25 years later, it is such a fond memory. The simple things in life tend to become some of the most profound. I wonder what snapshots my children will remember about their childhood. Will they have their own “honeysuckle” memory? What story will fill their heart with light and make them smile? I get the privilege to be apart of their memories. I know I don’t do everything right and sometimes I agonize over what I could change but I feel an enormous gratitude to be their mother and watch the light in their childhood. I bought a honeysuckle bush last week and it gets planted today. I can’t wait till it gets a little bit more mature and I can teach my kids how to get to it’s sweet nectar.