What is life but the angle of vision? A man is measured by the angle at which he looks at objects. What is life but what a man is thinking of all day? This is his fate and his employer. Knowing is the measure of the man. By how much we know, so much we are.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson
Our angles of vision vary person to person. We each have private thoughts. Our minds work intricately. I see my angle and you see yours. I woke early this a.m. at about 4 a.m. I decided to work on a pallet painting project in the garage then heard Bryan crying loudly at nearly 5 a.m. I went to rub his back and give him tylenol as he had a fever and ear pain. Shortly later Addison awoke about 5:30 a.m. due to the noise and the fact that he’s a morning person like me. I’m talking before the dawn wakers people…we are a rare breed.
Daniel woke at about 6 a.m. when the crying by Bryan continued. Child A was content to wander about the house, play with the cat, watch me paint etc. Until he noticed the large package under the tree. It arrived yesterday from Grandpa B.C. for Bryan. Addison was majorly jealous, upset he did not have a present under the tree, and cried for a while about how he “never gets big things…things on his wish list…etc.” So Daniel and I hit the shower and let Addison cry it out…he’s best left alone when angry. When we got out of the shower we were greeted by a pile of laundry and pillows stacked half way up the closet?! I then realized…Addison (a.k.a. Dennis the Menance) had engineered his own step stool to try to reach the top of my closet shelf area where a delivery box of presents was “hiding” for Christmas. I acquiesced, gave him the kind of boring LEGO books and water bottle that were inside that small box with a cheerleader-esque boost to the box. He helped sort back the laundry and pillows, and then after my grumblings about the situation he proceeded to make his own lunch for the first time.
His angle was one of repentance. He knew he had crossed the line of making us angry, and he was seeking approval and love. He was serving me by making his own PBJ, prepping sides for snack etc. Daniel thankfully noticed this little victory too…a notable turn around…complimenting me. I credited God. I did not do that. God can only change our moods and hearts at times. It is truly a gift that God gives us knowledge and perceptions of people and situations. Praise God! Love these little life lessons that sometimes come from the heart of a child. Who really wants to wait to open a gift? Not me!