“ All the flowers in the meadow appear the same. But each one up close holds something special”
Willow lived in a world of beauty. A beauty many in her life could not see.
Willow would be awoken in the morning before the sun would rise. She saw the awe of the stars and the moon in the sky with a slight glistening and twinkle. She would watch the stars and moon fade as the sun would wake.
She would stare at the sky for hours unaware of all that happened around her. Captivated by the beauty and wonder of the world she knew.
As Willow ate her breakfast, which she looked forward to every morning; her toast cut into 4 perfect triangles and toasted just the way she liked it. She would admire each triangle then take a slow savory bite as she felt the warm yet rough sensation of the toast on her tongue.
Following her breakfast Willow would change from her jammies into something sparkly and pink! Her, her mother and brothers would walk her oldest brother to school. She would sit in the stroller alongside her baby brother. She would admire the early sky and dewy flowers in the white meadow they crossed each morning.
However, sometimes she would hear a startling noise like a cars horn, or feel a large bump at they strolled along the path. These things often made Willow hold her ears to feel safe, until she saw the beauty of the sky and meadow once more.
Willow would often see the beauty in the world, but much differently than her family saw it, and she would let it take her away into a world where she felt safe and calm. She especially loved when she was joined by the happy sound of soft music, or the sweet smell of something yummy.
Every day when her daddy would come home from work, she would sit back and watch as he kissed her mummy hello, and hugged and kissed her brothers. He would then come to Willow, who was laying on the floor, and lay down beside her to give her a gentle kiss on the cheek and smile softly as he said “Hello My Girl”. She adored her daddy and always felt safe with him. She loved those moments and the simplicity of her world.
You see for some, the world is a big and scary place. Sounds like a fire engines sirens can hurt Willow’s ears. The brightness of the sun can hurt Willow’s eyes. The moving of life around her or rustling of a plastic bag can make her chest feel hot and scared. Perhaps, this is why she wakes before the sun rises. She enjoys the calm and quiet. The soft glow from the moon and stars she finds soothing.
Maybe we could all learn to see bits of the world through Willow’s eyes.
White Meadow 