There are some things in our lives that are so familiar that we fail to see them anymore. Sometimes it takes a new angle or a fresh pair of eyes to point out the detail that has been right in front of us for so long. We all know that.
But this doesn't apply to our children, right? I mean, really, we wake them up in the morning and put them to bed at night (or they wake us up in the morning). We feed them. We've changed their diapers; what's left to see? We have lived with them their entire lives and almost all they know--they have learned from us. What don't we know about them? Right?
Well, if ever I had imagined that I know all there is to know about my little ones, I would have ceased today when I saw Zachary practicing with scissors and paper for the first time. He was having a hard time and was mostly tearing the paper. He was having a hard time, I noticed, because he was holding the scissors in his left hand.
I placed a pencil before him, wondering. Sure enough he picked up the pencil and began to draw with his left hand just as he has always done and just as I have seen him do again and again and again--without ever really seeing that he's left-handed.
It makes me wonder what else I'm missing.