I went several places with my three-year-old daughter the other day. It was ‘errand day.’ And I’ve learned that if she is happy, the process is actually pleasant. Tori was happy because she got to pick out her clothes. Mama didn’t say a word.
She walked out of her room in her bright pink tank top, orange, green and pink tie-dyed shirt; paired with her warm, fuzzy, pink ugg boots (no socks), dark pink fairy wings, and for her accessories, two toy dragons. As for her hair, she has a soft head, so brushing isn’t fun. Today was no exception, leaving her tousled bed-head hair to complete her look.
In some ways, I wish we could go back to being like children, no having a worry in the world of what others think about us. If we like something or create something (Tori’s fashion statement), then we embrace it and enjoy our handiwork.
Sadly as we get bigger, we become aware of other’s opinions and judgmental attitudes, we become afraid to be the color or different hues God created us to be. This is one area that I ask God to teach me to be like a child. His opinion is the only one that matters. Time and again, he always tells me, I am performing, I am racing for an audience of one.
What about you? Are you afraid to be you around certain people? Do you wear a mask when you step out in public? If you see a woman in ripped jeans, with polka dots and stripes, don’t be alarmed, it’s me practicing my colors. 🙂
He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. 3 And he said:“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. 4 Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. 5 And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me. Matthew 18:3-5 tweet