In my normal life, I spend a whole lot of time looking directly in front of me. I look at the trail of destruction that I will eventually have to clean up. I look at the pile of dishes that stacks up until I am forced to wash it or starve. I look at the erratic line that Riley is walking to make sure she is not making too much of a nuisance of herself in public. I look at Piper’s line of sight to see what she is giggling at. I look at the amazing art works that Riley brings home from preschool. And I look at the scope of her imagined play. But I don’t look around that much. And I rarely look up.
It is a family joke (or was before I banned them from mocking me in my presence) that I was always off with the fairies. And that when someone pointed out a fire engine on the road, I would look up at the sky.
Which is the great thing about a bit of time and space to yourself. You can remember who you are. And look up.