Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The child inside
"Mom?" the 4 year old says walking into the kitchen.
"Mom, how many dollars does a big kid bed cost?"
"Maybe 2 or 300 dollars."
The 4 year old stands thinking for a moment.
"Mom, can we get 300 dollars so I can get a big kid bed?"
"Why do you want a big kid bed?"
"Well, I want to get the 'How to train your dragon' blanket for my bed but my bed is too small so I need a big kid bed so the blanket will fit."
I love my nephew. He constantly wants to have fun. He's taught me a lot about how life should be; not too serious, smile at everything and love everyone for who they are.
I was thinking last night as I was going to sleep, how much I wish I was more like Jayden. Over the years from being picked on, teased, dumped, re-dumped, turned down, and embarrassed, my view of others and myself have become a little tainted.
My personal 4 year old is harder to bring out. It's interesting to me how easily kids believe and also how fragile they are to that fading away.
I told someone close to me recently how I admire those around me that place God above everything else. They don't see certain movies or listen to certain music because they understand that maybe, just maybe, God can run their life better than they can. And they want to stay as close to that guidance as they can.
Because God knows me, better than I know me.