grass laying and upward gazing

Often my kids do things I don't "get".  They'll say something or repeatedly act a certain way, like it's part of a routine.  I didn't teach it so I'm not sure where it originated.

It seems that we aren't able to go on any walk around our neighborhood without the girls laying down on someones grass.  There isn't a structure to the houses they pick, they just plop down, all of a sudden and lay there.  They're usually quiet and they stare up to the sky and at first I get annoyed.  "Get up, ladies!  You can't lay on other peoples lawns!"  So, they get up.  

The next day they'll do the same, in spite of my previous constant admonitions, which is unlike them.  

On a particularly unruly day in our house {battling fevers in Winter, of course}, I forced them out the door for some fresh air and wouldn't you know, they were grouchy.  Testy and tired and so was I.

Three minutes in and plop.

They both fell onto the neighbors fluffy cold-weather grass and were silent.  For a good two minutes straight, which we all know is rare with a two and four-year-old.  Instead of snapping at them, I joined.  I was tired too. I gave in and sat down, rested my back on the still wet green blanket and sank in.

Wouldn't you know.....they were staring up, in-between those bare branches, at the most calming and ocean blue sky.  It was simply striking.  It's what they had been admiring all along, like they uncovered the mystery of a perfect walk and their mother had no clue what lay above.

Those kids teach me so much.  Mainly to look where I don't think to look and appreciate what I haven't made time or reason for.