She wasn’t mine.
She doesn’t know me.
But when I looked into her eyes,
I saw my reflection.
A reflection I did not recognize.
Connected by a smile.
Tiny hand wrapped around my finger.
She doesn’t see my imperfections.
She reminds me,
Of the child inside.
Who didn’t know,
What I know.
In her eyes, there was no judgment.
No measure of my title,
No agenda to meet.
No appearances to keep.
No wondering what she’s thinking.
A beautiful reminder,
Of who I am,
What it means to be connected,
By the simple threads of our heart.
And the ways I can lose myself,
In the midst of trying to get somewhere else.
Our lives and our work pass by in a blur of activity.
In the midst of our daily struggles, challenges, pressures – moments like this can mean so much.
Savor these reminders.
These gentle epiphanies.
Let them encourage you in your journey and inspire you to remember the things that matter most.