Children don’t get stuck in a rut. They have neither the time nor the patience for it.
Children won’t stand for a rut. They have places to be and things to go. They have engaged accomplishments.
They have to conquer.
In fact, the forward momentum and wide-eyed, determined growth of a child is almost unstoppable. It takes some concerted effort to slow down a well-fed child. They do not relent.
Because even when they are disappointed, sad, distracted, confused, hurt, abandoned, even when their world comes crumbling down, they rebound wildly and clumsily and beautifully. They may cry or shriek, tantrum or lament that the world is ending, they may GRIEVE the loss hard and fast and angry, but they are much too selfish to stay tied down to that loss. They are not committed to the pain. They erupt. They ignite. They catch the wind of something else, something new that brings breath and hope and they start moving again towards that. New brains birthing and dying and growing and changing over and over and over.
They haven’t learned self-pity. They don’t know about the slow sink of desperation and depression.
They know resilience. They pull the weed with their muddy hands, grab at the roots and see what new thing they can put into the ground and grow. They practice resurrection daily and they get good at it. When it hurts, they say Ouch. And sometimes it’s loud.
But then, they become inspired again and they heal.
For a child, there is ONLY stop and smell the roses. There is only today and maybe tomorrow. There is only the promise of some new satisfaction.
They can do anything, these small humans. They can regenerate, they can heal, they can hope and they can create something completely new. Their fear rests on the tips of their fingers but they still feel their way in the dark. They get hurt and then they try again.
To see such inspiration every single day in these lives that challenge me…
my boys spur me on…