A week ago a friend told me about a Church Easter Hunt,free pancakes,Service type a deal.
One week later I walked into that church having not told her I was going to go,with my son not knowing anyone.
Into the eating place, a boy from my sons school runs up. We sit with his mom and sisters.
I stand beside that Mom while the friend that invited me looks after the children in the nursery. My son and her son have interacted more with one another than we have. I feel at peace.
This is cool.
This is the socializing I would like to become more involved in. I am good at it. I like the confidence I can feel in knowing I am doing something that feels comfortable. Like my old self used to do with ease, with grace. With connection and soul and listening. I’m a pro.
Just over the years I started thinking too much.I was the minority for one thing, in the country of Thai Language, and then coming back here since I had lost a lot of my self over there, I couldn’t really stand on two feet conversing and feel good about it.
Get joy from the small things in life.
I used to be that way all the time. And then I reached a certain age and felt more self conscious of getting giddy over seeing a live camel or seeing someone I knew out in public.
Not because I grew more aware, but thought more about what people thought.
And CARED about what people thought.
So I lost that spectrum of my youth.
I swallowed it, became more older and less happy.
So hey adults,
get joy from the small things in life and don’t care whether your neighbour thinks the first sight of a tulip is amazing or not
because at the end of the day,
you’re happier then them.
I’ve seen this happen dozens of times.
It happens with my own child.
Child gets given a new toy. Adult helps get it out of the box. Adult starts puttings pieces together to make what it’s supposed to be.
Child is taken to a new place. The zoo let’s say. ” Let’s go this way to see the zebras!”.
By setting things up for our children, by pushing them to play with a toy the way that it is supposed to be played with, we are taking away their creativity. A moment where there personality can show, where the joy of seeing them make up what they want, exists.
Perhaps the child is interested in the fence. Who cares if you came to the zoo to see some sheep. The child has a desire to bend around wooden posts and it makes him happy.
There are many moments we lose out on simply because we unknownely push our knowledge onto our kids.
Let’s refrain from moulding their minds. Lets let them decide that the cracker wrapper is a blanket for their lego block, that wheels are pillows and hair elastics on the ground are the eyes of what’s underneath.
Stop directing and start seeing blooms of incredible creativity come into play.