Chin on windowsill

I have been watching E these past few unseasonably chilly days watching the small amount of snowfall outside. I had put away most of my summer/fall clothes into a medium-sized tote but have failed to then shift it into the garage where it rightfully belongs. So, E saw an opportunity to increase his height a little by pushing the tote to the window and standing on it so that he could look outside without spending too much more effort. And sometimes he would bend his knees and kneel atop the tote so as to be able to rest his chin on the windowsill while gazing pensively outside our bedroom window......Then, with complete certainty, he would declare, "It's Christmas, mom! So adorable. That simple action brought flashbacks of my own childhood when I too loved this simple act of observing with chin on windowsill while questioning, assuming and imagining. I also loved, without bending my knees, falling on the mattress, knowing full well that I will be protected by the softness of the mattress itself. I see E doing the same. My husband and I continue to see ourselves as we were and are in E as the days go by. It's a beautiful way of remembering the past and finding ourselves. And today, just like every other day past, I celebrate the dawning of understandings about life in my children, who they are, their potentialities, dreams and hearts..........