Beautiful...

A few days ago, I went to pick up Connah from childcare. I was in a hurry, already running a bit late to collect Ashden from my mother, and had to get petrol on the way.
I signed him out, took his hand and led him through the doors, where he stopped walking and just stood there like a stone.
I braced myself for the coming tantrum, trying to anticipate the fastest way to get through it so we wouldn't be any later than we already were, and had just decided that picking him up and plonking him in the car whilst trying to avoid any helicoptering appendages seemed like a good option, when I looked down and saw his face.

"Mummy...." he breathed "Look at the Craying Mantis..... It's soooooo BeaUTIful!"

I followed his awestruck gaze to the praying mantis on the wall in front of us. It was big, and green, with only three working legs, just watching us with it's creepy alien-looking head.

So I sat with him on the concrete, in the middle of the walkway, and spent ten minutes seeing through his eyes. It no longer mattered that we were late, or that it was hot, or that I had a million things on my mind that day.

We were looking at a bug. And it was beautiful.





xox