We took John to the museum a few weeks ago. I was afraid it might go badly. He is only four, after all. He might break something, throw a tantrum, embarrass me somehow. But I craved the creative. So we went anyway.
When we walked through the doors, genius struck. Instead of clutching his hand and demanding he stay close, I leaned down and said, “This is a museum. There are treasures everywhere. Look for treasures, and I’ll look too.”
“Okay,” he whispered back, as we walked slowly beneath the giant, vaulted ceiling.
He ran a couple times. He got hungry. But he found treasure. And so did I.
We always find what we are looking for. When you have young kids, going to a museum means looking for trouble or looking for treasure.
And we always find what we are looking for. So what are you looking for?