We received a package today--something we ordered after much thought.
But, despite all our thought, what arrived was not exactly what I
expected. It's by no means a disaster. It's just not what I expected.
When I inspected the contents of the package, I felt my heart sink into
my shoes. After all, how could something so carefully selected be not as
it was in my mind's eye? Yet, as my daughter inspected with me, she
very quickly said it was fine. For her, the good of the contents far
outweighed the unexpected. And, having pronounced it fine, she moved on
to her homework.
We grownups could afford to learn a lot from kids. While they may
present us with all manner of drama, they can also be flexible in a way
we sometimes forget. In the course of a week, they are called upon to
adjust to the expectations of numerous teachers and often far more peers
than any of us encounter daily. The world is big around them, yet we
expect them to go out and conquer it--to make decisions about how to act
and what to consider important. And, by and large, they roll with
it--far better than we do.
As we inspected the package together, my daughter reminded me that the
essence can be more important than the details, and that even if
something is not how you thought it would be, it can still be
workable--and beautiful.
Sometimes, it's well worth seeing through the eyes of a child.
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