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Conquer like a Child

April 11, 2018

Hi! And Welcome back to the Art of Onward, where I use My Story to Inspire Yours.   I'm really looking forward to today's post, so let's dive right on in! :) 

 

In my study of this Human Experience we all are collectively participating in, I would love to invite you to join me in viewing the beauty of children. Yes, those big eyes, that trust, that vulnerability, that untarnished (and unfiltered) instinct. But today, let's look at the TENACITY of children. There is a big lesson here, I believe, for us adults. 

 

A child, mostly living at the whim of the adults who care for him or her, is learning every second of every day. They're watching and learning. Good or Bad, they soak it all in like wee sponges. It must be exhausting.

And yet they LAUGH so much more than adults do! I recently heard children laugh over 100 times a day, and adults less than 20 on average!  Think we can raise our own laughing quota on a daily basis? I think so. A child's life isn't perfect, isn't easy, isn't a fantasy, and yet they find those silly little moments and allow their laughter to float throughout our world, bringing beauty wherever it is heard. 

 

Imagine a little girl now, in the kitchen.  She's about 5, and her mom just baked her favorite cookies. They smell scrumptious, warm and gooey and are a symbol of all things wonderful to the little girl. But these bites of heaven are for later. Not Now. Ouch. Our little girl does not see the logic in this at all. She only smells happiness. Mom is upstairs, doing something else, who knows what adults do really, and she knows she has time. She knows exactly which cupboard those cookies are in. She tries to crawl up onto the counter.  Too high. She slips and lands on the floor. It doesn't feel good. 

She picks herself up, eyes the cupboard like the inviting adversary it is, and heads to the dining room, moves furniture, grunting and groaning, to finally get at a chair she can push in to the kitchen, just below that cupboard.  

She hears a noise. Pauses. Nope, mom's not coming down. 

Before you know it, our resourceful, tenacious little girl is in the kitchen, sitting on that chair she moved below the gates to heaven (cupboard) and is munching a cookie.