When you have a child who Notices, it takes longer to do everything because there are flowers to smell and shadows to chase and rainbows in puddles.
When you have a child who Notices, you learn to leave a little earlier and that arriving late isn’t an emergency.
Or you live in a constant state of frenzied chaos. (Or both…)
When you have a Child who Notices, your neighbors all learn her name.
The Child who Notices every dog, cat, and squirrel on the block.
The Child who Notices every puddle, drain, and piece of litter.
The Child who Notices your haircut and the dog’s new collar.
The Child who Notices the Things we’re Trained to Ignore.
Who asks if the people sleeping under the overpass are camping. Who demands to know what happened to their homes.
The Child who Notices points out the big empty houses downtown, “They could live there! With us!”
Some may call the child Distracted because she Notices Everything.
Pretty Good Ugly 
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