During a recent gift wrapping fest, Sean noticed this scrap of ribbon that had fallen to the floor.
“Mom! Look!” he shouted like Columbus discovering the Americas.
“It’s a baby! This ribbon looks like a baby!”
And so it does.
I see trash on the floor.
He sees art.
Together, we stood over the ribbon and marveled at its simple beauty. We decided that we would take a picture of it so we could keep it forever.
As I looked at the scrap of ribbon through the lens of my camera, I thought of how an ordinary piece of ribbon destined for the trash had, through the eyes of a child, become a work of art. That is the alchemy of joy, where something of no value is transmuted into something of great value.
I thought about how most often the joys in life are simple and unexpected and lying at our feet. And how as we get older and jaded, we forget how to spot them.
I am glad I have a five-year-old to help point them out.