You may recall that my younger daughter is what I like to call A Noticer. She has chosen to adopt a slower pace in which to navigate life. This allows her to keep a keen eye on her surroundings and the people around her.
She is the child who remembers where we parked the car and often leads me by the hand to the right spot. She notices friends’ new hairstyles and gorgeous sunsets before anyone else. My daughter looks for the child struggling to sharpen his pencil or the one who’s off in the corner alone. She hops right up to offer her assistance.
That’s probably what I love most about her noticing gift—she doesn’t just notice things, she notices emotion. Not too long ago I wrote these words because of her:
We are all just waiting for someone to notice—notice our pain, notice our scars, notice our fear, notice our joy, notice our triumphs, notice our courage.
And the one who notices is a rare and beautiful gift.
But recently, my child expanded on that concept of noticing, and I believe it’s making me a better human being. Although this story is quite simple in context, it has the potential to change someone’s day—maybe even life. This is our story …