A lesson in gratitude

My baby has some lovely toys. Some that we have bought for her, and thought very carefully about what sort of development or enjoyment she might get out of each one. Others that have been bought for her from people who want to give her nice things. She seems to like her toys, she smiles and reaches out for them. She seems to enjoy being entertained by the ones with lights or music.

Which is her favourite toy though? This one:

IMAG0540-1Now, I’m not even sure what this is, but when she sees it she flaps her little arms up and down and smiles and giggles. It makes a strange squeaking sound and I think it’s meant to be some sort of butterfly, or caterpillar, or alien… And whatever it is, it was passed on to Esther in a bag of toys and books that someone else’s baby had grown out of.

Don’t get me wrong here, I am very grateful for passed on toys and games. What amuses me here is that Esther has no idea how much money is spent on her. Or what money even is. All she knows is that the sound and shape of this thing makes her happy.

I’m not going to churn out some great philosophical statement from this, but I do think that sometimes it’s worth remembering that the best things in life don’t have to be new, or shiny, or expensive. We don’t even have to be able to identify exactly what there are. But it’s definitely a good thing to find enjoyment in the small, strange, squeaking alien butterfly caterpillar things in out lives.


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