We were looking for a rock.
Elle is my 6-year-old granddaughter and she’s become a rock collector. Yesterday we scouted around a tree to find rocks to add to her growing collection. She found a perfectly round rock and held it up in victory.
Elle had already filled my back pockets with rocks. She filled both of my hands. I didn’t have a place to put this large rock, so she pointed to my backpack. “Put it in there, okay?”
This morning I ran errands. My backpack cut into my shoulder. (I carry around a backpack rather than a purse. I’m so not girly.) I shifted it to the other shoulder. It didn’t take long for that arm to start hurting. I carried that backpack around for a long time — until it dawned on me.
I laughed at myself when I pulled out the huge round rock, shaking my head. I had carried around that rock far longer than I should have. [Read more…]