Sifting through the small drawers quickly, I didn't anticipate the outcome. We found hundreds of buttons, spanning many decades, worn by many family members.
As we sifted and sorted, questions, stories and speculations arose from both of us. We took our time, examining each piece and digging into each story.
Finishing our surprising treasure hunt, I was struck. I breezed through these same drawers with no intention of digging deeper. Yet the time spent looking, talking, wondering and exploring was meaningful and surprising.
Sometimes you don't know the value of something until you hear it's history.
The life I want to lead is one where I dig deeper. To look at people with the same intention, to find out their history, sit with them in the present and look into the future with hope.
Isn't it interesting that going through something difficult makes you see people differently? How it makes you want to know what hard thing other people went through that made them who they are?
ReplyDeleteI find I waver between grace for situations I am unaware of and judgement for the situations I think I am aware of.
DeleteMe too. I think it will be a lifelong lesson.
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