Seeing life through the eyes of a child

So today I decided to keep my four year old son home from daycare.  He only goes 3 days a week and today was one of those days, but the cough and runny nose he's had for the last few days seemed exceptionally loose and runny this rainy morning, so I made the executive decision to keep him home with me.  It was next to impossible to get him out of bed, but ironically, as soon a I gave him the news that he'd be staying home with me, he jumped up and down yelling "yay, yay, yay".  Not quite the reaction I was expecting from my "sick" son, but the decision had been made, and despite his outbursts, it still felt like it was the right thing to do.

My husband was about to return from a business trip, so I'd planned to spend a good portion of the day doing the cleaning that I had sort of let slip while he was gone.  As they say, when the cats away the mice will play, and while he was out of town, I got away from my usual routine and enjoyed myself a little more than usual (i.e. slacked off a tad).

Doing the house cleaning with my son today reminded me to appreciate these usual tiresome chores, and to cherish these moments with him.  He helped me to find the joy in what usually would be a tedious and mundane experience.  Changing the sheets was an opportunity to make a tent on the floor, followed by some fun moments jumping on the bed.  Washing the dishes became laughing and splashing around in the sink.  Even washing the floor had some enjoyable moments together.  It brought back the memories I had as a child first crying over not being allowed to dry the dishes with my two older brothers, but then having my father find a way to let me participate so I could "have fun" too.  I guess sometimes living life through the eyes of a child can make everything fresh, exciting and new again.  I need to do it more often!