Grass

 WRITING PROMPT # 12: Grass

The other night I asked my husband, "what on earth can I possibly write about grass?" And he gave me an excellent suggestion. (That man is just so darned attractive!) Hollie just experienced grass for the first time. At first she wasn't sure about the feeling of it on her legs but soon it became fascinating. For several minutes, she sat quietly, just gently running her fingers over the blades. 

She also has an obsession with her hands. Sometimes she'll be playing with something then notice her hands as if they are the most remarkable thing she's ever seen. Because they probably are! With hands held up in the air, Hollie will spend minutes just studying her fingers. Open. Shut. Open Shut. 

Because of her I've been pondering, "when do we lose that sense of wonder?" 

When do our hands become so commonplace that we don't just marvel at the fact that we have appendages that can practically do anything? Type, braid (not my hands), cook, play, work, high five, create? 

When does the grass become so basic that we stop feeling amazed by the billions of tiny individual plants that come together and form a massive outdoor carpet to play on, to protect the soil, and just fills the world with green (my favorite color)? 

Just this morning, our daughter text us a picture of the sunrise on her way to the bus stop. As I've been pondering this topic for a few days already, it filled my heart to see she still has a sense of wonder of the natural world. 

I need to be more like a little child and take more time to see the world for the amazing gift that it is.