beauty in low places

a child’s-eye view

The last few weeks have found me adjusting to a new job and new home. Both feel like “full circle” situations. Unexpectedly, I have returned to the realm of early childhood education; working with younger children than I have previously. One toddler at a time seemed plenty when raising my own children. I now have seven toddlers in my “Ladybugs” class! Though it can feel daunting on various levels, it’s incredibly rewarding, and the ladybugs are lovable beyond description. This return to the world and work of the young child has brought so much perspective flooding back to me. There are deep gifts in taking on a child’s-eye view. 
Which brings me to the new home part of things. I have long had a tendency of not hanging things high on walls, of decorating around baseboards with children’s books and whimsical items, and of sleeping very close to the ground. I have wondered what that’s about over the years, and have too readily leaned towards chalking it up to being a byproduct of trauma, or my being plain weird. But I realized today as I tinkered with the placement of things around my room, that it has a lot to do with my Montessori training and valuing of the child’s-eye view and “education to wonder”. It’s not just something I appreciate and advocate for, but it’s the very impulse of my soul. Perhaps the reason for my rapport with young children is that they recognize me as essentially one of their own in spirit, even as I exercise adult responsibility for their wellbeing. And maybe that is partly informed by childhood trauma that fostered in me a deep empathy and fierce advocacy for children. 
It’s been a long, meandering journey, and is very hard work, but I think I have landed right where I am meant to be at this time. That was sealed for me early this morning when I realized there is a young oak tree planted just below my bedroom window and balcony! I am grateful for this opportunity to learn from the new young friends (ladybugs and trees!) that have recently come into my life, and I am reminded of a verse from a joyful little love song I wrote many years ago: 

“You take my hand 
in the warm noon sun.
You lead me through the wildwood. 
You love me dear, 
as the only one. 
You grow me into childhood.”

May we look to the lowly and see the potential of healing the world through eyes of innocence and wonder; inspired to create love, peace, and beauty for those who are depending upon us. 

Love within and all around,

~Cheryl Anne