The other day, my kids and I sat at the kitchen table in Grandma and Grandpa's house eating a simple lunch of sandwiches and smoothies. It was a beautiful, summery afternoon with birds flitting their wings in the birdbath. The large shade tree draped its branches over their grandparent's house as the breeze gently pushed the leaves up and down across the eaves.
Son #2 was enchanted by the rustling leaves. He absentmindedly sipped his drink. With his chubby hand, he reached about his plate feeling for his sandwich all while still staring out the window.
Son #1 smiled as his younger brother nibbled at his lunch in a distracted manner. My oldest son quickly swallowed the bite of food in his mouth and then pointed to his little sibling. "Silly baby. He's not paying attention to any of his food."
I giggled at Son #1's comment. "Yeah. I guess something outside has his attention."
Son #1 glanced out the window and asked. "What is he looking at?"
"I don't know." I replied shrugging my shoulders and wrinkling my brow. I took another bite of my sandwich and drank a bit of my smoothie. While I ate, I watched my youngest child intently gaze out the window. What could be so fascinating?
Son #1 quietly finished his sandwich. Periodically, he raised his head to look out the kitchen window. I could see the wonder in his eyes as he strained to see the things that had so amused his brother. Finally, Son #1 sighed. Then, he turned to me and said. "I wish I could see through my brother's eyes."