Process

Today, I watched my two-year-old daughter with a bag of buttons she had gotten from her mother. She laughed as she dumped close to 100 buttons out on the dining room table and then proceeded to pick them up one-by-one, sometimes three-by-three, and slip them back into the bag. Then she would dump them out and start over.

You can learn a lot from a two-year-old, if you want. I was thinking that I could show her a more efficient way to pick the buttons up from off the table, by borrowing a pair of bigger hands to grab more buttons at a time, or by sweeping an even greater number of them off the table into the bag below, but I stopped myself because she was enjoying the process.

And I thought about how many times I just want to get something over with so that I can get on to the next thing, or so that I can stop worrying about getting it done, but life is more in the process than in the completion.