Kids say and do the funniest things. Like the time I found 15 containers of cedar leaves in the fridge, stockpiled for the winter, to make sure our family wouldn’t die of scurvy. Thoughtful of them. Every now and then, however, something comes out of their tiny mouths so profound that you’re still thinking about it five years later.
Way back, when our oldest was in kindergarten, he came home from the bus stop upset. Not crying. Just upset. He was tiny back then. He was that kid. The one so small that he couldn’t see out of the bus window. All the school stuff, the dynamics of the playground and classroom, were just as new to me as they were to him and I was afraid he was being picked on. We sat down to talk and I prepared myself for the worst. His forehead creased, he frowned and looked at me.
The big girls on the bus say I’m cute.
Um. Ok. Maybe not as bad as I thought. And how, I asked, does that make you feel?
Awful, he said, I don’t want to be cute. I want to be AWESOME!
Wow. Makes you think. Made me think. How much energy do we waste every day trying to be cute when we should be aiming for awesome? Shouldn’t we live each day to our fullest potential. Shouldn’t we put more effort into living as the person the Lord created us to be? Be a little kinder to our neighbor? A little more conscious of our impact on the world around us?
Some days we’re not awesome. We’re not our best. Sometimes it’s most days. That’s human nature. But I only hope that I can teach my children the importance of H’s statement. Spoken in his innocence. Each new day is an opportunity to choose. What will you and I try to be? What will my children aim for? All I can do is guide them, love them, teach them.
I hope they choose to be awesome.