When a reminder of how to be mindful is needed, I look no further than my own children. It’s such a natural occurrence when we’re young; no thought is necessary and no attempt is needed. Children embrace every experience because they live completely and solely in the moment. Good, bad, ugly, happy, sad, or otherwise. It’s all embraced, without the picking and choosing of moments you wish to experience, which is what we tend to do as we get older and lose that natural ability. When I tell people I like to watch the world from a child’s perspective, it is not because I want to be childlike, or because I wish that some whimsical fantasy part of my imagination will masquerade above the reality of being an adult etc. so forth and so on. It is simply because I wish to be mindful. There is no better practice than to lose your own perspective and replace it with that of a child’s. Putting yourself at their level, looking through their eyes, and walking through their shoes. My children wouldn’t miss a hummingbird stopping by to say hello, and I hope I wouldn’t either. I wish to only be there, embracing it, with the understanding that it matters most within the moment itself. Not as an after thought, or when I decide to write about it later as a status update, so I can pretend that anyone reading it has any sort of understanding or care about an experience that has nothing to do with anyone except myself. There is no task more engrossing, challenging and interesting in life than to be engaged in life itself, as it happens. It’s constant practice, and it helps when you have a great teacher. A hummingbird for example. My daughter is my hummingbird.