A small boy jumps on a trampoline. He invites you to join him…you realise you are totally unfit and jumping up and down should become a more regular routine in order to not feel like this…exhausted…wheezing…light-headed…
BUT OH SO GLORIOUSLY HAPPY!
The honour of being invited by a 3-year old onto his sacred play area…the beautiful honour of him WANTING you to share his space with him. Is there anything more worth attaining…more satisfying…more pure?!
What have I done to deserve this?
Children aren’t easily deceived…I believe they know…see right through us. I can not pretend and then ingratiate myself to a small child…they are too smart…too wise…too in touch with the beauty of this world, for us to be able to lie to them with the darkness that sets upon our souls along the years.
Am I being too dark?
Not my intention…
But in order to see the light side, we sometimes have to admit the dark side.
If the most special and content and light moment of my week has been the blonde 3-year old who out of nowhere threw his arms around my neck…in TRUST!!!…then I will question the rest of my week with honesty in order to look for more ways of attaining this contentment at a more regular basis.
NO…I am not planning a career of becoming a pre-school teacher.
But I am adjusting my priorities. What are the beauties of life?
Creating the ring of trust that that boy entrusted me with…for others.
Sharing time and meals with people who are as honest as children…not those out for power and manipulation.
Praying for individuals to experience a release of pain and sorrow to return (at least in part) to a place where less things of their past haunt them.
So many precious things found in the presence of a blonde-haired boy.
Thank you little one
I will be in search for more of that
forbid them not…for to such belongeth the kingdom of heaven